Jay is drunk and it's already 3am, he keeps telling you about a girl.

"She's so beautiful. She has long hair that I wanna caress.." Jay emphasized, with a warm smile.

"She loves heavy rains, but she hates thunder." He chuckled. "She also loves orange.. " He added. You gazed down the floor, nodding as tears ran down your cheeks.

Jay is your boyfriend but the girl he described wasn't you. Your hair was short, you hated the rain and your favorite color was purple.