I bet you feel good, giving her up just like that. I bet the weight was off of your shoulders when you did the deed. I bet you're sitting by a window looking out and waiting for the next one to come around to replace the sweet, yet intoxicating memory of her. The memory you can't seem to let free, as easy as it was to let her go.

I bet it feels great to be free again. I bet it makes you smile knowing you'll get the attention from the others, like before. You can go out and have fun. You felt like you were on a short leash with her controlling you, when really she only wanted your heart and your love. You don't like leashes.

I bet she's sitting on her bed, looking out the window in the same direction you are...except she's searching for you, not somebody else. She has shed a lot of tears. She's been through a tissue box and a half, trying to convince her heart that she won't need more, as it continues to break little by little.

I bet it feels horrible for her knowing you can easily shake off the relationship you two shared. She's wondering what went wrong and what she could have done better to make you stay. Her heart was set on you, but she was blindsided out of the blue, stopping dead in her tracks. I bet she's blaming herself, but still missing you.

I bet you don't care...

You never loved her. You never once worried about what she did or how she was doing. You never wanted to truly be around her. Her presence was supposed to intoxicate you; but instead, you got bored. She made you sober, which is what you don't like. You love to live life on the edge, with many girls and no regrets.

What is love to you? Love was irrelevant; how dare she bring up the word "love"? You were not about that. She wanted love.

I bet she's still thinking about you, but she's slowly getting back on track. She hasn't cried in a while, and her tissues are being saved. Her heart-repaired, with some bumps and bruises that she still feels. They hurt.

I bet she feels alone. I bet she still looks out that window, praying you come around one day. She prays you change your mind. I bet she feels like there's no one else to fill that empty void if you choose not to come back, and she feels so lost. I bet she's confused and more angry than sad.

I bet you're figuring this out now. You're not getting around as easily. Your heart actually feels achy, almost to the point of numbness.

She stopped looking out of that window anxiously awaiting your homecoming. Yes, the idea of you is still tattooed in her mind, but it's starting to become unimportant... like you were just a phase. You came and went. Her feelings for you have vanished, and she is smiling more.

Now it's numb. You feel nothing in your heart. What did you do wrong? You've never felt this way before. It's so easy to bounce back; but this time, it's the exact opposite. You're having trouble adjusting. I bet this is hard for you.

I bet she doesn't care...

She looked out that window long enough. She found someone new. She found happiness, love, and peace. Leashes aren't in the picture, even when they never were, at least to her. She no longer thinks of you; her mind has erased you from existence. I bet she feels good. I bet she's treated like a princess. She is not meant to be used like a dirty towel. But he makes her feel worthy and hopeful. Most importantly, he makes her happy.

I bet she wonders back on it now and laughs. "Why did I ever spend so much time crying over him? He was nothing. He never loved me."

I bet you feel stupid. When you let her go, it seemed so simple. But it turns out that you had some type of vibe calling from her.

What if she was meant for you?

I bet she's happy without you, and I bet that hurts you. You're too late. Where's that leash when you need it? So you can pull her back in with your lies that once kept her coming back.

I bet you feel terrible, giving her up just like that. I bet the weight was off of your shoulders when you did the deed. I bet you're sitting by a window looking out and waiting for her to come around for you to embrace that sweet and intoxicating memory of her again. The memory you can't seem to let free, as easy as it was to let her go.