Dear Diary,
It’s been 57 days and a few hours since he stopped talking to me. I miss him. This is the longest I have taken to get over a person. For me it’s usually a one week thing but this one just ripped me apart. I am still waiting for the day I start feeling better. I am still waiting for the perfume he gifted me to finish. I am still waiting for the day I have the nerve to confront all his pictures in my private gallery so I can delete them. I am still waiting for it to be 3 months since we had unprotected sex so I can do an HIV test. I am still waiting for the day I unmute his status and delete his phone number totally. I am still waiting for him to realize he made a mistake when he stopped calling or taking my calls without an explanation. I am still waiting for him to join the list of people that I can’t remember their names. My greatest fear right now is that the day will never come because I forgot to guard my heart and I got carried away.