Five weeks.
I went five, miserable, painfully long weeks without Harlan. He is the only person on the face of the planet that I cared about seeing. My bones ached for his touch every minute I was away. And now, I've practically forgone a reunion altogether.
Days pass, and I haven't heard a word from Harlan.
I've checked my phone more times than I care to admit, sometimes tricked by phantom buzzes, and sometimes, I check without hearing anything at all. By Wednesday, I start to think that maybe I shouldn't have told him not to bother speaking to me without apologizing first, because it is beginning to look like the two of us will never speak again.
And I know that is an overreaction. If I have a dollar for every time Harlan has ignored me for days at a time, I'd be significantly richer
