That was how long it’d been since I got dumped by Craig. It’s just not working anymore, he said. I stuffed a teddy bear into the box--the one holding the red satin heart from our first month anniversary. Bleugh…dust. That’s right, you prick. I’m choking on the memories. They taste like your mother’s cooking, by the way. I can’t give you what you want, he said. How did he know, exactly? How did he know when he never even asked me? Smash! In went the painted glasses and the empty Champagne bottle from last Valentine’s Day. I never liked them anyway. They were tacky. I’d really like for us to stay friends-- We were never friends in the first place. Opportunistic twat. Crack. There went the picture frames. Come to think of it, his face looked better like that-- No, no it didn’t. Oh fuck. He was out of my league from the beginning. “Bailey!”
