9 are the number of pieces you broke my heart into when you slammed the door on our love with no explanation.
8 are the number of days I violently shook in a pool of my own tears, waiting for you to come home.
7 are the number of times I kept looking at my phone, waiting for the screen to illuminate my pale face with a text from you.
6 are the number of times I received false hope hearing the familiar ding of my phone, thinking it was you, but discovering it was only "Stay strong" messages from my friends.
5 are the number of days after that it took for me to realize you aren't coming back, and the number of days after that for me to accept it.
4 are the number of awkward first dates I went on, attempting to replace the idea of you.
3 are the number of perfume bottles I used, trying to cover your scent in my apartment.
2 are the number of times I dialed your phone number and actually hit call, telling you to come collect your things.
1 is the number of days I missed you afterwards, letting the memory of us fade into the back of my mind like the credits at the end of a wonderful movie.
0 is the number of times you came home, and the number of times you told me you loved me and meant it.