Actually it was HIS toothpaste.
He’d left it here.
And I didn’t believe in wasting anything so I was using the last of it.
Okay, fine, maybe it was because I still wasn’t over him. Well not HIM, but the IDEA of him; the idea of US.
The thing was though, it left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. The toothpaste I mean, not him!
Actually the more I thought about it, the more I realised that was probably why I hated the toothpaste. It reminded me of the bitter aftertaste of our relationship. Why was I still holding onto something that tastes like shit?!
I looked at the tube, said, “Good fucking riddance!” and threw it in my bin.
I wanted my minty white toothpaste back; that was more like me. It was fresh, clean, bright and made you feel sparkly and good about yourself.
His toothpaste was just like him: dull, boring and indeed, bitter, just like his attitude to life and love.
Nobody wanted that kind of toothpaste.
Nobody wanted that kind of man either.