Love is not Envious

I've been learning more and more what this one means recently.
It's hard not to envy!
Dictionary.com (I know... I'm so lazy...) describes envy as "a feeling of discontent or covetousness with regard to another's advantages, success, possessions, etc." Oh how I have felt envy so much! I'm not sure whether I feel more envious now than before or if I'm just noticing it now because I've been reading about it... When I was a kid I held this sort of false humility in being not envious- but I really was... my Mom likes to say that I'm a "snob snob", meaning I'm a snob to snobs... I do whatever is contrary to the trend. Including, but not limited to, acting disgusted or haughty over people when I'm really just jealous of them.
That doesn't appear to be very clear... hm, oh well, I mostly just write for the sake of getting my thoughts out... not so much for the sake of being understood. Lol.
Anyway, my thoughts on envy: Love doesn't envy, so, love is not envious of what others have, not discontent "with regard to another's advantages, success, possessions, etc." So, from this, we can state that Love is content.
Ouch, that one hurts. Do I really know love if I envy?
I'm finding that Love seems to be something that is a chase. It's a fight, and you can't give up or you haven't got it at all... hm... I'm starting to appear more and more lazy to myself...
Food for thought...
Samia