January 2, 2015
I'd walked back inside and finished painting with Erin and her roommate last night. I felt my creative, painting orange coral, wooded mountains and starry night skies. When I got home, I wanted to text him a happy new year, but it was too late. I'd think about the pros and cons of it while waiting for sleep to come. This morning I texted, 'happy new year' without thinking, still groggy. He shared sentiments, but why didn't he say so yesterday? What did he do? I took the silence by the reigns, and did what I had to do. Focus.