He doesn't know me, or anything about me, and I'm doing my best to keep it that way.

Maybe we don't have much to speak about, or much in common, and maybe he can't always keep my attention like you could, and maybe he's a couple years younger than you, and maybe his eyes aren't as blue as yours. But he isn't you. And he tells me that I'm beautiful and that I'm perfect every time we are together. And I like waking up next to him in the mornings. So fuck you. He also works harder than anything you could ever be capable of doing. And he's good at what he does.