I’m in love with my ex’s girlfriend

she’s beautiful, she’s brilliant, she’s basically me in a different font

You ever stalk someone so hard you start becoming emotionally invested in their McDonalds order? Like suddenly I’m on her page every Thursday, checking if she wore that bracelet again. The one he once said looked “so you.” Cool. So me and her are sharing accessories now.

At this point, I’ve probably memorized her Instagram more than she has. I know her best angles, her go-to captions, which friend she tags the most. I recognize the lighting in her apartment. I know she uses flash when she’s drunk and natural light when she’s trying to be serious. I’ve studied the way she poses with wine glasses, casual but considered.

And here’s the worst part: I like her.

Like I genuinely think she’s cool. She’s not giving pick-me. She’s not trying too hard. She’s just… existing. Effortlessly. In the exact spot I used to fill. And while I should be plotting her downfall, I’m actually kind of rooting for her. Which feels like betrayal.
To myself.

Have you ever heard the song "obsessed" by Olivia Rodrigo?
Yeah. I feel like that.
But instead of being obsessed with his ex, I’m obsessed with his current girlfriend.

Except in my case, it’s messier than a song lyric.

Because I know her.
Like... I was introduced to her. By my own friend. We made small talk. She smiled. I smiled. She was sweet. Like, genuinely sweet. Girls-girl sweet. The kind of sweet that makes you soften before you even realize you’re letting your guard down. Later that same day, she followed me on every platform. Twitter, Instagram, TikTok. She started replying to my stories. Sending me memes. Dropping compliments under my posts like sprinkles on a sundae. So I did the same. She was magnetic. Familiar.
We were on route to becoming friends. Good ones.

Then two months later, he hard launches her.