The ex boyfriend has so much power and control over your life without even realizing it. To see him with another woman, holding hands, laughing like you use to. Watching them grow together as you are being thrown out of his heart. Knowing that he says the things to her he once said to you, and you thought he was sincere and that it was the first time he ever said it. He said he loved you, but love is so easily replaced by a blonde with a pretty face, for if he looked deeper, he would find her no one to waste his time on. But you, your still jealous, still hurt. You still believe he cares enough about you to smile, or even glance in your direction. You still believe he may think about you once throughout the day, or maybe at night while he sleeps you may slip into his dreams. Then you realize it's impossible, he's gone, and more than likely he's not looking back. He's moved on, why haven't you?
