According to most experiences, The Lover’s Ex has always been a myth. A person that seems to only exist in fairytales and folklores of bygone times, in the history of The Lover. Even though the source of most of their stories does not come from The Lover’s mouth, other resources like Facebook, MySpace, Friendster, and et cetera can tell much about that splendid ebony hair, that smooth creamy complexion, those expressive almond eyes, those muscles and curves of well proportion, and that fashion style and bubbly disposition that can rival one’s own…

You will be glad to have that person remain as a myth; a legend; a person who had once indulged in the throes of young love with The Lover, not to mention the passion in between his silky sheets and soft pillows and all their lusty glory.

Just once. Once is enough; all you will ever need to know or hear.

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Or so you think.

What if The Lover’s Ex is real? What if The Lover’s Ex decides to say hi to you as a new acquaintance, regardless of their oblivion to your not-so-secret affair with The Lover?

What happens when you finally meet The Guy/Girl of Your Worst Dreams? What do you do then?

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I wish I can hate a painfully likeable reminder of my Self, or at least not care enough about her.

If only she didn’t have that four inches of my ideal height.

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At times like this, I wonder how much has the media lied about Gautama Buddha’s love life.