It’s the 29th of January and I see her, she’s crying, her eyes are puffy and red; she’s alone. Her used-to-be-boyfriend is walking past her like I am, as he passes by she covers her face trying to hide her hurt, pain, and her tears. She bites her lip trying to hold back the yelling cry that was about to burt out of her mouth. He’s walking passed another girl when he wraps his arms around her; smiling as if he hadn’t done anything wrong.