Jack looked at the water. Maybe this will drown the hurt as well.
Her gift he’d worked so hard to buy her, his cell phone filled with their text messages to each other, he threw them into the water as he cried.
Sure! A sucker for a pretty face again and again …?
Grow up! It’s just another girl, even though she was a special one (as were all the others).
He walked up the beach and saw an attractive, bikini-clad girl struggling with her beach umbrella. He’d wished he hadn’t thrown away that cell phone … he needed her number!