Monday- You waved at me from the other side of the hall. It took every ounce of strength in my body not to turn around and make sure it was me you were talking to. Guess I don't feel like I deserve to be acknowledged.
How Was Your Day?
Tuesday- I texted you thinking I could handle it. Turns out I can't. I slept with the phone right beside me praying that I'd be woken up once you answered. I slept through the whole night.
How Was Your Day?
Wednesday- Every time you talk to me I tell myself that I won't be the girl who relies on another guy for happiness but then you smile at me and **** if I don't think that this is the happiest I've ever been. I'm beginning to wonder if the creator of the saying "old habits die hard" had ever been in love?
How Was Your Day?
Thursday- We wrote a poem about love in class today. My teacher pulled me aside with a sad look on her face and said, "Sweetie you should think about going to see a therapist." How was I supposed to know that love and leave didn't make for a good poem?
How Was Your Day?
Friday-  Some guy throws his number in my car while I'm driving home and the only thing getting me home is you. I'm wishing it was you, I'm praying It'll be you one day. I'm begging It'll be you one day...
**How Was Your Day?

Your first love changes you completely
Your no longer the same naive person you were a year ago when you wished to be in love
It's hearing their voice in a crowded place and looking around only to realize that instead of green eyes staring back at you there brown
It's seeing pieces of them in everyone that comes after
It's waking up in the middle of the night reaching around for him only to once again realize he's gone.
It's not sleeping enough and crying to much
It's not eating and not speaking to others because you know the only words that will come out of your mouth would be "I loved him"
"I still love him"