*Alan is drunk and it's already 2am, he keeps telling you about a girl.* "She's so beautiful. She has straight hair that i wanna caress.." *Alan emphasized, with a warm smile.* "She loves the rain, but she hates thunder" *He chuckled.* "She also loves purple..." *He added. You gazed down the floor, nodding as tears ran down your cheeks.* *Alan is your boyfriend but the girl he described wasn't you. Your hair was curly, you hated the rain and your favorite color was blue*