You'd been dating each other for…about a month? And things had been, well, normal. You did normal relationship things. You binge watched crappy horror movies and giggled through them together, studied for your classes, got coffee together, and, of course, made out occasionally. Normal stuff. But of course, the honeymoon phase had to come to an end eventually and you had your first fight. Sitting in his car in your driveway, he was dropping you off when somehow your ex got brought up. A heated discussion ensued because, well, he seemed to perseverate on the subject and just wouldn't drop it. “Sorry that you think I'm being dramatic,” he said sourly, his usual amiable tone deepening and his hazel eyes narrowed as he glared at you. “But you still think about him, don't you? I mean, I know it doesn't matter, I know you love me, but…” he sighed and he still looked irritated. “Just…just go.”