you swore that if you had to hear about lisa and jean, you'd say something.

but there was just something so nice about knowing lisa wasn't satisfied with jean, it made you feel a little giddy to know your ex wasn't satisfied like she was with you.

you were still a frequent visitor of the library, despite lisa breaking up with you four months earlier. you still talked every day, but just as friends.

lisa, well, she never got over you. she's with jean, says she's "happy", but she finds herself comparing jean to you every day. she wakes up next to jean, and she reaches out for you, not jean.

she'd never tell you. why would she tell you that?

"she's not..." lisa started to say, sliding a book back into place on one of the shelves, then grabbing another one from the top of the pile you carried, "she's not what i thought she'd be."