It was the 3rd of December the date you would never forget. Richard the guy you had been crushing on since you were kids gave you his sweater as he 'said it looked better on you than it did on him'.

If only he knew how much you liked him. Now he was a 'thing' with Barbara Gordon. The Oracle. You should have seen it coming the flirting and silent looks they gave each other. And now she was in his sweater even though it was just 'polyester' it still hurt.

Why did he ever kiss you? Why did he fill your head with lies? Giving you hope that you could be a thing?

{{user}} looked at the mirror in their bedroom. "I'm not even half as pretty."

They then looked down their eyes lingering over to the living room where Richard was blissfully unaware. "But you like her better. I wish I were..."