Scrolling through his posts on his WhatsApp status, I paused on one of the pictures that were uploaded.
It was of him and his girlfriend who I recognized after having searched for her profile on Facebook.
My heart squeezed painfully and I took that as an incentive to make a mental note to study for an hour longer than my usual study period that night.
She was beautiful.
Not a mild form of beauty though, but a sort of angelic beauty that seemed to radiate through my phone screen as I stalked her Facebook page days before.
That was the second time I felt jealous.
The first time was when my secondary school love got together with my best friend. I recalled watching them as he came over to my class every day so they could eat lunch side by side whilst I stared sadly from my corner of the classroom.
This time, I struggled to contain my jealousy as I saw their loved-up pictures at one of the restaurants we talked about going together.
