Dear Diary,
I've been home for maybe two hours. He's been sitting on the porch for an hour and forty-five minutes.
He's still looking into my window. I can see him, but he can't see me. My blinds are barely cracked.
He looks sad. But he doesn't understand.
He's called me forty three times.
He's sent me seventy two texts.
Hell, he's even sent me twenty three e-mails. None of which I've responded to.
He's been throwing small pebbles at my window, but I won't open it.
He yelled for me, but I ignored him.
He told me he'd stay out there forever if he had to. But I didn't care.
He broke my heart, and I was left in pieces.
Love, Gwen
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