Emma

She was beautiful. Lover of margaritas, a "holistic accountant" (whatever that meant, but it sounded intriguing), living in Charlestown - she was the perfect speciman. She had studied in Hong Kong for a year in college. And she was dating my boyfriend.

I only found out about the accounting and Hong Kong because I stalked her online. But the rest my boyfriend shared with me, sometimes reluctantly but mostly with stars in his eyes.

She looked like me. She was a brunette, with wavy hair and hazel hairs. We even had the same body type. We were the same height. We were essentially the same girl, albeit he found her more interesting, appearances aside. And he loved going to Charlestown.

So how could someone so much more interesting than me not last, and I did?

Because she eventually got over him.

I didn't.