It’s been one week. It’s been one week since Mr. Mysterious told me he wasn’t in love with me and didn’t know if he ever would be. I know none of you want to hear any sappy details so I won’t go there. It’s been a long week. We were supposed to spend Valentine’s weekend together so that whole two days felt like one giant roller coaster. I would feel better and the next moment I would fall apart. Now I suppose I have reached a turning point. He has been ignoring me. He doesn’t seem to want to talk to me at all even though I am not the one who ended it. I will be here when he is ready. I will be here if he ever decides that he can love me the way he says he wants to. I will be here to be his friend. However, I will not plague myself any longer. I will not make any more attempts at contacting him. He has my number. When he is past this, he can call. I still hurt. I still miss him everyday. But I will not let my wound fester. I have to let it heal.