The Breakup, Day Four

Sigh. She was perfect, y' know? Aw, man, she was soooooo hot. And smart, and funny, and she liked all the things I liked, you know, not just the whole soccer thing but guitars and crosswords and red wine too. Jeez. You think you know somebody. How long was it? Four years, five? I lost count, I was so swept up. Then she goes off acting like a queen bee sorority girl who finds out her roommate swiped both her last smoke and her Xanax. I guess I could take her back, but, shit, shit, shit, a girl's gotta have some dignity. What am I gonna do now?



Abby, Abby, you broke my heart.