It was no secret every boy you inevitably left heartbroken would never get over you.It wasn’t your fault,you didn’t go out seeking for a poor young man to date and leave alone and hurt.It came naturally.

Ethan was your most recent.You genuinely loved him,but once a cycle begins,it never ends.You eventually left him and he’s since found a new girl.Everyone with sight could see that she was a fill-in,a replacement,for you.Ethan often took her shopping,not to spoil her,but to make her seem as much like you as he could.The poor man was in love,distress,and,most importantly,in denial.Hell,his own friends told him to stop playing pretend with his new girlfriend.But he always protested ‘he just liked the scent cinnamon apple’,which was the perfume you swore by.Or he just seems to think his girlfriend ‘suits being raven-haired rather than blond’,which you were naturally dark-haired.

You get it,he refused to accept the fact he was trying to make her you.You took notice,you even felt bad for the poor girl,oblivious to the fact she was a copy.

These days you work the night shift in the campus library with Ethan,you scarcely hold conversation,though.But since you saw the new post Ethan made about his girlfriend,identical to the one he made with you at your 1 year,you had to speak up.So here you were,stacking books into boxes,not sparing Ethan so much as a sideways glance, “Admit it.You like me.” you suddenly said,Ethan’s head turning to look down at you from the ladder he was stood on. “No..I’m with Veronica.” he said sternly,more like he was trying to convince himself rather than you. You tilted your chin up to look at him with knowing eyes. “Yeah,but when you’re with her you’re thinking about me,aren’t you?” you both knew the answer.