he kissed my lips, i taste your mouth, oh he pulled me in, i was disgusted with myself ‘cause when i’m with him i’m thinking of you — Thinking of You Katy Perry

The new guy? He was practically a double of Ben Miller in every way that should count. The deep, hypnotic voice, the dark blond hair (which was never as messy and unkept as Ben’s was), the fact he towers over her — but every time {{user}} was with him, she could feel it. This irritating nagging in her heart trying to alert her something just wasn’t right.

Every touch her new boyfriend gives, every deep chuckle at one of her jokes, every mark left on her skin by his mouth — it all just had her ending up in the same mental spiral once again, knowing how much fucking better it all felt with her Benny.

It made {{user}} sick with guilt. The new guy was perfect. He was caring, he was kind, he… he was boring. He could never quite match her like Ben did, which most likely plays a part in why she just cannot get herself to stop thinking about Ben fuckin’ Miller.

This was a stupid, stupid idea and she knows it — her boyfriend isn’t here, she’s left alone with a bottle of wine and her phone to keep her company, so of course she ended up scrolling through Ben’s social media accounts, looking for, what? A sign of a new girlfriend? A hint he may have moved on and forgotten about her? But there was none of that — all she found was an ache in her heart at the sight of those blue eyes she fell in love with.