Seven days. It has been seven days since Liam and I have spoken. Seven days since he said he needed space. Seven days since I have been myself. Seven days since my life turned upside down. One week...and counting. It's been even longer since he's told me he loves me. On day two I cracked and sent him a long text apoligizing and begging for him back, but he didn't respond. Other than going to and from class I haven't left the couch. My days have been spent crying and moping, and when I'm not doing either of those I'm forced to walk around like I am fine and dandy,and nothing is wrong. When in reality I have never felt so broken. A part of me thinks maybe this is for the best, maybe this was supposed to happen because Liam and I weren't destined to be together you know? The other part of me hopes he is going to come back, and that we are going to be okay. I can't let myself think that though because what if that isn't how things turn out? I am going to accept the fact that Liam, the guy I want to spend the rest of my life with, might in fact be over for good. That's the hardest part. Trying to figure out how to pick up the pieces and move on if/when the time comes. I can't imagine my life without him, but I guess I might have to. I should start looking for a new place to live considering I can't possibly afford this place all by myself. Sigh. What am I gonna do today? There is no way I'm leaving the house so I guess watching Netflix with Si all day it is. I turn on re-runs Gossip Girl, and almost fall asleep when I hear someone at the door. What the hell. Who could that be? I get up off the cough, and standing at the door is Liam. I can't believe my eyes. I must be dreaming.