"I’m sorry that I wasn’t ready to love you. It’s just that you wore the same cologne that he did and every time you put your arm around my shoulder I wanted to scream. It’s just that you had a similar laugh; and the same coloured eyes. And every time you looked at me through those sea coloured lenses - it made me want to cry. It’s just that I can’t kiss your mouth without wanting to breathe his name. It’s just that you’re not him. You’re not him."