I stared at the ceiling of the strange room. I didn't like it here. It was cold and lonely. My mind went to Ryan. I had been over two weeks since I moved out. A few nights ago, he texted me 'I'm sorry', but I didn't respond. I didn't know how.

It still hurt so much. I was just ready for this to be over. I wished I was used to sleeping alone at night, but I wasn't. I hated it and I didn't want anyone, but Ryan to be there for me.

I wondered if he was doing the same thing. It pained me to think that someone else had already replaced me. It was something I had to get used to though. The idea of another man in his arms, another man getting to feel his soft lips on their own or hear his raspy voice in the morning.

I still cried myself to sleep knowing that was all over for me. Now, I lay in the dark, hoping for the text message I'll never get. Craving something that I could no longer have.