You cannot function properly because the sheer force of your jealousy overhwelms you. It is not natural. How, you think, can you love somebody you have never met? How can you get a sharp pain in the centre of your ribcage when their faces spring at you from nowhere? Incomprehensible. But then again, those who think it incomprehensible have quite probably never loved something so much that you would die for it. Never felt a part of something, something bigger than you or them. You are with them. You are included. It is almost as if they are speaking and writing for you. Your near-sickening adoration is valid.