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My life was hell, my days were hell and I was just flying through the air like a ghost as days turned into weeks andweeks into a month. The flowers had died out and I had to throw them away, the chocolates still untouched with the velvet box still unopened. I would stare at it now and again, my heart aching yet telling myself I had done the right thing. He would have never asked me out and if he did it would not last long and I would get my heart broken. I had done the right thing, nodding my head as I woke up every day suddenly realizing how empty my life was. They say time heals all wounds then why was I still thinking of him with every hour that passed, why was time not healing the wound he had left. Why was I still so obsessed with him, literally staring at his number for minutes upon