Chapter 18

When you're gone The pieces of my heart are missing you And when you're gone The face I came to know is missing too And when you're gone All the words I need to hear will always get me through The day and make it ok I miss you Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. I stood in front of my desk and crossed out the days on the calendar. It had been 2 weeks since I left him. I grabbed my phone that was lying on the table. 'No New Messages.' 'No Missed Calls.' I knew he was probably angry with me for leaving him. How possible that he would text or call me? But I was always waiting. Waiting for his text or call. I would carry with phone with me all day and ensure that it was fully charged. During the times when I missed him, I would open the photo gallery to view the one and only phone I had of him. And that would keep me g