Three Days

“I don’t know what to do. I’m tired of always going back to him, but I can’t imagine life without him.” She says  with drooping shoulders. Her friend smiles sadly and says “Wait three days. If he hasn’t texed or called, you where not worth a minute of those seventy two hours. I can’t promise you that it won’t hurt, or that you won’t cry because you will, but I can promise you that is is better then spending days with someone who doesn’t appriciate you.” They both sniffled, their eyes unfocused as they thought of someone who had broken their hearts, with a simple goodbye.



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