I brushed these thoughts off and continued on with my budding infatuation.
Listen to your friends
My friends and family tried to warn me -- they really did -- but I didn't listen. I assured them that she embellished stories, but had proof to back up her supposed lies and placed the blame on myself when describing her jealousy.
She was a chameleon in every sense of the word, cloaking herself in any situation imaginable, and leaving me feeling as though I still don't really know who she is.
The way she acted with me in private versus how she acted with a group of friends was like night and day. In public, she'd be chipper, cunning, and fun: the embodiment of the classic "cool girl" who didn't break a sweat about anything. With me, she mimicked every thought and emotion I felt.