Every morning I wake up. Counting days he hasn't call.

Every time the phone rings, I silently hope it would be him.

We didn't talk.

It has been 5 days and still counting.

I miss him.

Been calling him for the past three days. He hasn't been picking up.

He has been avoiding. I don't know why.

So I stopped calling.

So mean. Why want to end it so harsh when I thought we could at least remain as friends?

He left me broken with words unspoken.

I manage to survive till today without shedding a tear.

I try to distract myself from thinking..

Like living in a body without soul. A lost soul.

Someone has to shake me and bring me back to reality.