The next day was hell for me.
It was getting harder and harder to ignore Toms texts and calls. I almost answered him a couple of times but I used all my will power to hit decline each time he called.
I couldn't pay attention in school my mind felt like it was dead. Just like my heart.
When I got home from school I went straight to my room and laid on my bed. I threw my back pack across the room not caring about my homework. I have good grades a little zero won't hurt.
I read all of the texts Tom sent me. Most were sweet and apologetic others seemed pathetic and sad. I really did miss him. Some texts you could just tell were written when he was drunk. His spelling got crappier and they made less sense.
I stayed in my room until midnight where I snuck downstairs to get a sandwich because I hadn't eaten at all. In a way I felt empty. Like someone came and stole half my heart.
I was so drawn to Tom and we were so connected that being away from him for only a day felt equivalent to a whole year. I love him too much.
And that's a bad thing.
I didn't fall asleep until four only giving me about two hours of sleep. But before my eyelids grew too heavy to keep open I stared at his picture for what seemed like forever. Did I cry? Yes.
I wished I could get him off my mind. No matter what I did he would somehow pop back up. It's like living in absolute hell without my other half.
