You and Niccolo had a fling behind closed doors, however he had a public on-off girlfriend, Virginia, albeit he didn’t actually love her. He loved you. No one else. But he took you for granted.

You’re in the midst of talking about everything when Niccolo says.

“… Ti ho trattato di merda quando stavamo insieme.”

And this causes you to respond with.

“Non eravamo insieme, Nic.”

That was the plain truth. It was just a fling. But Niccolo’s face morphs to contrition and longing.