It was 2:59 am, when I looked up to see the clock. We had been talking since 3 hours. We had broken up last week but had been best of friends since. She had been talking about that other guy who had been trying to flirt with her ever since we broke up. He maybe knew that Jessica and I had been together since we learned to love. I was listening intently with a smile on my face, but inside, I was fuming with anger. The bedsheet was now hot but my feet were cold, not because they weren't covered, but because I felt that something wasn't right here. As she went on with her story I started thinking that what if, this other guy is more charming, more good looking, more accomplished,ore funnier than me? What if he's the accomplished package? I started feeling little suffocated, not because my ex girlfriend was making me jealous, but I sensed some external pressure. I tried to end my cold feet's misery by putting them back in the bedsheet. It was warm not because of the weather, but because of the warmth that my body had been providing all the while. As she continued speaking, I realized that this warmth symbolized the warmth in our relationship too. It was this warmth that had kept us so close all this while. There was going to be this "third" person in a fairytale of two, then it won't be the undoing of it, it'll make it even more stronger. The bedsheets knew it all, the warmth, the coldness, the pressure, the doings, the undoings, all parts of a relationship. She ended with her story. I looked her in the eye and said, "I'm happy that I met you long back and told you how I felt fast enough because if I hadn't, I wouldn't be the one you loved". She blushed and smiled and said "bitch I hate you too". I heard 'I love you' in her 'I hate you'. She kissed me on the call and she slept again and as she slept again I fell in love again❤️.
