I'm jealous of his guitar

I always thought, i would never say these words, i would never feel down, i would never be one of those girls who sigh and mope and get sad. But it happened. Im jealous. I support everything he is doing, i love that he has a goal, a dream, but does he know mine? Hes too busy to know what i like to do, who my role model is, what my dreams are, but i know his. We talk for a bit, then its practice time and when there's no practice, there's a gig.For days i dont hear from him. I miss him, i trust him, I believe in him, but i envy his guitar. He holds it all the time, his songs he sings to it, he takes it with him when hes busy, he knows his guitar. He knows his guitars fears, its dreams, its hopes, it wants to be with him as much as i do. But who wins the battle? Its weird to be jealous, of something that cannot breathe, but yet, i am. I hate his guitar.