She didn’t want trips to the salon, fancy birthday parties, expensive clothes and red carpet photo shoots. She wanted you. She wanted your time. She wanted your eyes to not just see her but really see her for more than just her beautiful figure. She wanted to laugh with you, she wanted to sit in silence with you as she listened to your heartbeat through your shirt because no other sound in the world could compare to the music your heart made. She wanted coffee on the front porch, not a starbucks latte, she wanted to make her own funny videos not watch comedies in a movie theater. She could’ve had anyone and she chose you. In the end you threw her away. Getting drunk with your friends was more important. Getting laid by the girl all your friends slept with once or twice was more important. Throwing your life away for drugs was more important. You complain about not having an honest woman. You complain about not having someone who cared, someone who treated you as if you were the most important thing in the universe. You had that. You threw it away and for what? That last drink, that last ****, that last pill, that last party where everyone is so ****** up they can’t remember ****. Was it really worth it?