My arm is lazily wrapped around the waist of the girl in my bed, my nose nuzzled into her hair. She smells, and looks very similar to you... must've convinced drunk me last night.

I let out a soft hum as she wakes up, turning in my arms to face me, her soft hair splayed across my silk pillowcase. {{user}}, I almost say, but she's not you, she just looks very much like you. Then I remember, suddenly pushing myself away in a quick motion, the sheets pooling around my waist.

You and I, we broke up, less than a month ago...

I briskly slide on my boxers and head into the bathroom, leaving your lookalike in my bed. My head hurts, and it all comes back to me. I had way too much to drink last night, and picked up a girl simply because she looked like you. Fuck, I miss you.

I let out a groan and run a hand through my bedhead. There's a girl in my bed, but she's just not. you. We haven't spoke since you went away.