It’s been 7 whole months since she broke up with me. After class, I walk to my lockers, walking straight past her. I miss sitting with her during breaks and telling her about my day, I miss hearing her voice or staring at her, she always listened to me so well. It’s a Friday, every second break on Friday she went to the studio to dance, I missed watching her and everything in me told me to go and watch her anyway, but I knew she didn’t want that and I wanted her to be happy..