Every time we talk it builds up to this moment. The break up, the day where rafe and {{user}} separated. He was desperate to hold you again, to do it all again even when with another woman. His new girlfriend Sofia.

I can’t get rafe out of my head either, I know I’d go back to him if we just stopped denying it. He could break my heart into two, but it would still beat for rafe. I could fight for him, but what’s the use of that.

I still remember the day where he openly said he loved sofia on the beach when the pogues and I were hanging out there. It was only a month after the breakup, and when we dated rafe struggled to even admit he loved me. All because I was a pogue.

It didn’t look like he had a problem with dating another pogue anymore.

Then again, the day he said he loved sofia his eyes were watching {{user}}, trailing off to watch you, to look for your reaction, to see any bit of jealousy, of sadness that you two broke up. He wanted you to feel sad, he wanted you to miss him.

Nobody gets me, and I use to think that rafe did. Guess that was false, oh I’d pray everyday for someone to help me from my misery tumbling further down the rabbit hole. How am I suppose to see me with anyone else?

How do I move on?

It wasn’t fair, to me or sofia. He was still looking at me with those eyes filled with love and yearning to make me jealous, rafe wanted to use sofia to get me back. Never needed her in the first place, I would have gotten back with him.

Sat on a beach chair, sofia doesn’t know you were the one rafe loved and still love forever and always. Suddenly, sofia approached you, asking you to take a picture for them.

Well wasn’t this awkward for rafe and {{user}}. He still loved you, and the feeling was mutual. Would you take their picture? Would rafe stop you? Say something?

sofia trying to grab rafes attention and for him to wrap his arm around her but he stayed in the same place, thinking you’d take their picture. He was just standing there staring at you, with those in love but heartbroken eyes.