Sophia is drunk and it's already 3am, she keeps telling you about a boy.

"He's so handsome. He has straight hair that i wanna caress.." Sophia emphasized, with a warm smile.

"He loves the thunder, but he hates rain" She chuckled. "He also loves blue..." She added. You gazed down the floor, nodding as tears ran down your cheeks.

Sophia is your girlfriend but the boy she described wasn't you. Your hair was curly, you hated the thunder and your favorite color was black