I stared at my phone.

Knowing what was coming next.

He hadn’t spoken to me for hours.

Oh how I long for the days I didn’t waste minutes staring at a screen, some how feeling my heart shatter.

The bluntness of his previous replies, daggering me.

‘Surely not again’. I whispered to myself.

Attempting to sooth the pain that had already began, i hummed slowly, quietly.

You would think that I would have more respect for myself, how many times can someone break your heart.

But here I was again.

*Ting*

My phone chirped, my heart beating in my ear drums.

Almost too scared to read the words, my eyes glittered over the screen quickly.

My heart sank.

Guided by the heavy weight in my chest and stomach, I took in the message on the screen.

Every word wounding me as the sentence went on.

That’s it, he had done it.

He had left me, for the sixth time.

You would of thought it would get easier, but it doesn’t. Every time more painful than the last.

I slowly slumped onto the floor, curling my knees up into a ball.

The tears flowed like a waterfall, stinging my face.

I laid in that same position all night, paralysed with heart ache.