184 days. Yes, I've been counting. I love him, yes I still do. But he doesn't. Never has. He said after leading me on, "Never in 200 years, would I love somebody like you." His words play in my head like a broken record, tearing my heart up slowly, but surely. It won't stop... Maybe I don't want it to stop. Who knows? The one question I have been asking myself for that long : How. Will. I. Live.