It’s such a simple number. 7. Yet seven days of enduring agony. I won’t hear your voice. I can’t seen your beautiful face. We both know it’s just a test, to see if this relationship is even worth it. I can sit on this this couch in this lonely house praying for some miracle. a doorbell. a phone call. I’m not picky now. i pray by the end of this that our love will feel renewed. though i guess it’s all my fault for letting things fall through. For if it doesn’t work out well, let’s just say I’ll be one more lonely girl.