You and Rafe had always been…something. A situationship, a talking-stage. But never a relationship.

But he acted as if you two were a couple, everything he did seemed like he was your boyfriend.

But he wasn’t.

And that hurt. A lot.

It was like an ache that just refused to go away, like a sharp knife twisted every time you saw him.

How could you guys mean so much yet do so little?

Then your world flipped. He flipped. Rafe all of a sudden had a new girlfriend, walking her to class, to his car, everywhere.

You shut down, blocked out everyone and everything that revolved around him. The pain in your chest was not an ache anymore, it was pure, refined hurt.

It stung.

How come we never even dated, but I still find myself thinking of you daily?

You asked yourself that question over and over again, as if one day you’ll have an answer. The bitter truth? Rafe just didn’t see you like that anymore, he wasn’t your person.

He belonged to someone else.