As you laugh, I instantly know it's fake. Being with you for three years taught every single one of your poker-faces. I can tell that you're jealous but I put that down to the fact that you don't want me, yet you don't want anybody else to have me. I just smile gently over at you when you ask me the question.<br/><br/>"Yeah... been together for around a month or so now, I thought you would've seen on Facebook?" I shrug. "Anyway... from what I've been reading in the papers it seems that you're not short of lovers. Not that you ever were." I cock an eyebrow at you, a hint of sadness washing over me.<br/><br/>I've been reading all about you waking up with a different girl every day and every headline I read made me feel sick. The thought of you touching another woman makes my stomach churn. It exacerbates the fact that I was pretty sure you were sleeping around when we were together.<br/><br/>"So how is single life treating you?" I ask casually, trying to keep a smile on my face but find it difficult not to just burst into tears right then and there.