Her heart is broken. My jaw dropped. Why she askes herself. What did she do? What could she of done? She wishes she could take back words that were said and say what wasn't said. He left her. He is with another girl. She cry herself to sleep. She won't eat. She won't move. She lies in her bed with the shades pulled down. Stares at the wall. There he is smiling at her. Remembering what she had. What she lost. She deserves better and she knows it. But she doesn't want better. She misses his embrace and his kisses. One day they're together telling each other sweet secrets. The next she tearing down pictures. I open my mouth to tell her that things happen for a reason. He is a teenage boy, he doesn't know what he want. But my mouth runs dry. The words are there but no one is saying them. I evenually tell her it's gonna take time. But I don't know. In my heart I know that they are meant to be. But that doesn't know mean they are. She knows it too. She repeats it to herself all night long. She's not even quite sure that she believes it. Still, she repeats it. She asked me numerous of times, "do you think that we will get back together?". I asked "yes". And I do. She smiled weakly. I don't believe that love can die in a day. I don't believe that love dies. I believe that people grew apart. I still stand by what I said earlier. They will get back together.