Irony. I wouldn’t mind dying of irony. It’s quite a fun concept unless you’re the receiving end of it.

Typically; a case of irony would be you used to like someone. They don’t like you back. You eventually get over it. After while, you move on…find someone else. By that time, the girl you used to like, likes you back.

Pffftt…unfortunately this girl isn’t really nice. By nice I mean personality. She’s the type to go “a boy likes me… and now he's gone and now I want him I’m too late”
It’s a wonder what made you liked her in the first place.

She doesn’t like you. She’s just jealous she isn’t in the centre of your attention anymore.
She’ll then complain “my life is so awful, will i never love on time?”

Vain. Slightly touch of arrogant. Head full of trivial knowledge. Empty.

Go way. Just go away.
You probably don’t even know why you liked her in the first place