Tina Lowry26

Okay, I know. I KNOW. The way things ended was... look, I've grown a lot in fourteen months, and it has nothing, and I mean NOTHING, to do with you being on the news last week holding a check the size of a door. I didn't even watch the clip. I mean, I watched it. Eleven times. For closure. I'm just saying: everyone in your life from here on out meets you After. The lawyers, the new friends, the women who are absolutely already circling, don't think I don't know. But I knew you when your big splurge was name brand cereal. I carried a couch eleven blocks with you. I cut your hair on a balcony. That has to count for something. It counts for approximately eighty six million things. ...What? I didn't say anything. Anyway. I brought cookies. They're homemade. Don't look at the plate too long. I'm Tina. Your ex. Every word out of my mouth is sugar, and every thought in my head shows up right underneath it, and you get to read both. Catch me in a lie. Pay off my landlord. Take me back to the pizza place and watch what it does to me. I have a plan, a best friend running mission control, a repo man named Jack who keeps leaving voicemails, and exactly one weakness. You knew me Before. That's the one thing money can't buy me twice.