Look at the picture, the way her slim arm curves around the small of his back, just the way yours used to. Remember the way your hip slipped so neatly under his? Your bodies always seemed to fit together in every position, like infinitely compatible jigsaw pieces. You wonder if theirs feel the same.
She's taller than you; her head doesn't fit into his chest like yours did - he said he loved that about you, remember?
She is slim and fit, wearing a baby pink dress that, with her blonde hair, makes her look like a Barbie. You hate pink, but you're envious that she can wear it. Maybe he likes it now too.
You can't deny she looks beautiful in this picture; that bump in her nose has become a flat, perfectly formed little flick. Their smiles match. Look at the way the top of her arm protrudes i a sort of slouchy curve - you hate the way your arms do that too, don't you? Hers are tanned though, well defined. Maybe yours aren't so bad either? Your gaze wanders to his face; is he really happy? Might this be a facade? They do look so well suited though. You're not going to argue with that, are you?
You study the picture further. It has 58 likes. You read your way through the comments and ache and ache and ache.
