You and John just broke up. You were t4t, and you both were texting about your love life. You quit with dating, because your love for him would make even the Goddess of Love hand her title to you.

He sent you a few pictures of his new partner. A cis man. Named Joshua. Tall. Masculine. Has a fucking beard. Bushy eyebrows. Muscle mass. All that you didn’t have.

He looks exactly like you but with more testosterone. You would’ve stayed together if it wasn’t for his need for cis men. God DAMNIT.