I felt so dragged because all I wanted was to see him and tell him the news. Our connection felt different, phone calls were shorter and not as frequent. I missed it. Two nights had passed without a phone call or even a text. This wasn't typical of Luke. I was more and more worried. I tried to distract myself from the situation and went to Atlanta to visit my parents for the weekend. This provided a distraction from my despair. When I arrived home, silence fell in the apartment. I sat aimlessly on the couch, staring at the phone, hoping that maybe it would ring. I tried to turn on the television but was oblivious to everything around me. I didn't know what to do with myself. I knew something was wrong. Fifty-five minutes passed as I stared at my phone. That's when I felt it