It has been five days, she thought.
It has been five days since you last texted, and it saddened her. It has been five days since she heard your voice, and it hurt her. It has been five freaking days since you last cared and guess what? It almost killed her.
It has been five days, but she could still smell your scent around her neck. It has been five days, but she could still taste your lips. It has been five freaking days and guess what? She couldn't love you any less.
It has been five days since you let go. It has been five days since you left her weeping in the pouring rain. Yes, it has already been five days since you broke her heart. You know what? She still love you with the broken pieces.
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