She was gripping that bottle so tight, like it was the last thing she’d ever hold onto, “I saw him today for the first time in a year,” she said, “I saw him today for the first time in a year and he was with another girl.”
I just looked at her and stared at those tears rolling down her cheeks, there was nothing you could say or do to change the fact that he had moved on and she hadn’t.
She broke the silence again, but this time with a little chuckle, “he picked her and not me, he always picked her over me, but I’d pick him in a heartbeat you know. After it all, after everything he’s done to me, I’d still pick him,” she stopped, “I guess some things just never change.”
And with that she was gripped that bottle so tight, like it was the last thing she’d ever hold onto, because that bottle was him.
— c.f. // “she never had a thing for a beer until she met you”