|You shift through all your old photographs. The box marked Jan 2011 tumbles down your skinny naked legs as you scoop the universe and everything in it with your trembling lithe hands. It is an occasion that deserves a dramatic free flowing tears, and yet you feel numb, as if by the grace of God, you are shielded from the shattering pain that you're suppose to feel. But indeed, your heart is breaking into thousands and thousand of pieces. As if the lattices of atom failed to hold their position and the destructive nature of contagious domino effect take place in every direction and reverse.
You are trying to get at least one reason to hold on your hope. One tiny speck of reason that the man you love deserves another try in your heart. Between his smile and his eyes; and by the way he makes you feel like the luckiest girl in the world and his special ability to lit up your world in a single nanosecond, he seems perfect. But he has a flaw that he miserably failed to hide. Motherfucker is lying.
It's true that what you don't know, won't hurt you. And once you get to the ugly truth, man doesn't it shatter your shiny little bubble? Suddenly you're enveloped by layers upon layers of shame. You curse to the high heaven on the lack of way to easily wipe unwanted memories off your pretty little dumb head.
Maybe you deserve it. It's your karma. You found out that he dumped his fat old hag for you. But instead of feeling sad for the poor little fat girl, you feel good about yourself. Yeah, you're a hot shit and he definitely has a good taste. He flaunt you like you're made of Prada, and bitches and hoes were mad jealous at your luck.
Now you need a new game plan. You will cut all connection with him, and he definitely deserves no goodbye nor explanation from you. You will be better, and fuck guys with big cock and even bigger money. You need to get your slut on. Sorry you're not sorry.