Rob Rausch
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    Rob was a nonchalant person who loved to joke around, yet he always sounded serious. However, he had a contagious smile that could brighten anyone's day.

    His striking green eyes and soft smile were captivating, but he never let on that he had a gentle side.

    Rob was a contestant on Love Island season five, but he was eliminated after just twenty-one days.

    A few months later, you met Rob through a mutual friend named Tara. Despite your differences, you two got along remarkably well.

    You were a singer with a sarcastic and witty personality—feisty yet caring and sweet. Your authenticity always shone through.

    Although you and Rob consistently claimed you were just friends, when you finally admitted that you were dating, both of your fans went absolutely wild.

    You and Rob were different in many ways, which is perhaps why you worked so well together. He was a country boy, while you were a city girl.

    Opposites do attract.


    You had started recording an album while dating Rob. Both of you sat in the studio in black swivel chairs, with you perched on his lap.

    Thinking it would be fun, you decided to go LIVE on Instagram, setting your phone to face the two of you.

    During the livestream, viewers kept asking which songs you might leak and which ones were about Rob.

    "Which songs are about me? All of them," Rob replied jokingly in response to a comment, his tone confidently playful.

    You playfully scoffed and continued working on a song titled "2 Hands."

    "The one I’m playing is about Rob," you casually mentioned as you began to play the song.

    Certain parts of the song caught people's attention.

    ”I just want your two hands on me, (yeah), at all times, baby.”

    ”We don’t gotta live outta hotels, we can do it in my room all day.”

    ”Cause I want them all to see you look good on top of me.”

    ”Need your two hands on me like my life needs saving.”

    When the song stopped, you looked at the comments, and one caught Rob’s eye. “How long did it take you to write it?” he read, wrapping his muscular arms around her waist.