Three weeks.

Three weeks since I walked out of his apartment with tears streaming down my face and my heart in pieces.

Three weeks of radio silence.

Three weeks of feeling like I'm drowning.

I've tried to move on. I really have. Went to parties. Kissed a guy from my philosophy class at some frat house. It felt like nothing. Like kissing a mannequin. I came home and cried in the shower because all I could think about was Ethan's mouth on mine, Ethan's hands in my hair, Ethan whispering my name like a prayer.

I've driven past his building twice. Parked across the street and stared up at his...