A song. I can’t believe that he wrote a love song about me. On the back of a receipt, no less! Doesn’t he know that I have moved on? Why is he trying to confuse me? Must confront!
“Hey, Jes,” I said, tapping him on the shoulder. “Could I talk to you for a minute?” Jes nodded as he got up from the couch, and we entered the bar’s storage room. Once inside, I closed the door and took the receipt from my jeans pocket.
“What is this?” I asked, waving the receipt in his face. “You wrote a love song about me?” Jes looked flustered as he tried to come up with a response. “It’s not a love song!” He said. “Even if it is, it’s not about you, so I don’t know what you’re freaking out about.” I let out a huff as I glared at him. “It says ‘Love Song (Kathrine)’ on it,” I said. “How can it not be about me?!” Jes sighed. “Fine!” He said, throwing his hands in the air. “It’s about you, so what?” I gasped at how he was brushing this off like it was nothing.
“So what?!” I exclaimed. “You wrote a fucking love song about me and didn’t tell me?! You had to hide it in a book that ended up in the Lost and Found box?!” Jes exhaled loudly and ran a hand through his hair. “After things imploded between us, I still had some leftover feelings for you. So I decided to write it down.” I scoffed. “Leftover feelings?” I repeated. “What am I, some steamed dumplings you wanted to save for a rainy day?” Jes rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be ridiculous! Steamed dumplings don’t keep for very long!” I glared at him again, and he said, “Who the fuck cares? Why are you yelling at me for something I wrote months ago?” Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. “Cause you are a fucking coward!” I said. “You should’ve told me about your feelings, not writing it on some random receipt!” Jes then stared at me in disbelief.
“You are such a hypocrite,” he said. “You’ve had feelings for me, too, okay? I felt it a million times this year! I felt it on Valentine’s Day or just recently when you tried to sabotage my relationship!” I opened my mouth to retort but realized that Jes was right. “Okay, fine,” I said. “Maybe I also have leftover feelings for you, but I had a good reason for not saying anything!” Jes crossed his arms at that. “Oh, really? Do tell.” I paused momentarily and then said, “The last time we tried to have a relationship, I got burned. You got back together with your ex the moment something went wrong.” An exasperated sigh left my lips as I turned toward the door. “You know what? I’m done with this conversation.” I then turned the knob and left.