*Sophia is drunk and it's already 3am, she keeps telling you about a boy.* "He's so handsome. He has straight hair that i wanna caress.." *Sophia emphasized, with a warm smile.* "He loves the thunder, but he hates rain" *She chuckled.* "He also loves blue..." *She added. You gazed down the floor, nodding as tears ran down your cheeks.* *Sophia is your girlfriend but the boy she described wasn't you. Your hair was curly, you hated the thunder and your favorite color was black*