someone he really likes

You fall in love with a boy. When you look at him - nothing else exist. Nothing else exists when you are not with him, just sluggish time, minutes, hours, days of waiting to see him.

Then you see him, somewhere in Berlin, it's a warm spring night and you end up smoking cigarette after cigarette in an uncomfortable silence, and then he says that he actually had met someone he really liked. And he asks if he could hug you. And you say, no worries, it was fun. He walks you to the taxi. The taxi drives you away from him, further and further away. And you never speak to him again. On the phone, yes, but never in person.

He has been going out with the girl for a couple of years now. You know, the one he really likes.

Then the album comes out, and you know exactly where to look to see her name among the names of people unknown to you they are thanking. He included her name. He thanked her.

And it still hurts like hell. Like hell.