He spoke to me about her last night, the girl he loves. Though it caught me off guard it was no surprise to my ears. The way he spoke about her was so riveting I couldn’t help but keep asking about her, intrigued by his choice of words. He carefully tip toed around my feelings knowing that it stung. Even though it broke my heart with each word he uttered, defining her perfections. What am I doing here? Who am I now?