I gave you my heart. And you threw it on the ground and smashed it, leaving a strawberry-colored stain on the sidewalk.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Girls like you are afraid of love. All you want is attention. Someone to fawn over you and tell you you’re pretty. I guess I was crazy for wanting something in return.

Looking back, I didn’t ask for much. Just a little love. It isn’t that difficult a thing to show. A hug here, a kiss there. I just wanted to know you cared for me the same way I cared for you. You didn’t care at all.

Bitch.

I hope you’re happy with him. Hell, he’s stupid enough to follow you around like a lost puppy. You’ll probably do the same thing to him that you did to me. Build him up, and right when he thinks he’s in love, you’ll tear him down and toss him in the well. You won’t even throw him a damn rope.

Who needs love? Fuck love.

I smirked as I raised the bottle to my lips.

Who needs love when there’s Southern Comfort?