I donot feel jealous,when you touch someone else..
Trust me..
I donot..
To feel jealous,one needs to be something,someone to you..
I am not someone to you..
Just like billions of humans,for them I exist as a myth..
Just like billions of worlds,I exist as a border,a bearer..
May be I exist the same way for you..
So to be jealous,when someone touches you,
Or you touch someone else..
I have no right..
Yes..
I might have stolen few kisses from your lips, touching you as air..
Yes,I might have touched you,given you my warmth,
In the cold winter nights..
Or given you tender coolness in bright summer days..
But not jealous..
Never jealous..
