One day, I saw him walking with a girl. Then I muttered to myself, “I hate seeing him like that.”

Over the next few days, I avoided him unnecessarily

At some point, we stopped talking and then he had to leave the city

So I told a friend, “I regret not sending him a proper goodbye”.

Months have flown by since then and I convinced myself that I had lost him

Then one day, he reached out again. Telling me how his day was. Filling me in for everything I’d missed.

It felt right to be needed again

So we started all over

I told my friend:

I am delighted each time his name pop up on my screen and I enjoyed every minute of our conversation

But lately, I’ve heard people say that I’m jealous of her.

When it’s not the case

It isn’t about romance. Not even the kind of love you’d wish for

It’s just my weakness. Because he provides me comfort and I’m scared of being replaced