So it's been a bit over a year since I posted a journal entry. Wow...
I think I fell in love, no, I know I fell in love. But the one time I let myself fall, he wasn't there to catch me. I thought that this turn of events would leave my heart over-flowing with emotion and inspiration. But really, it's broken at this point.
My hand shakes every time I pick up a pencil, and I don't have the heart to start skething. And when I am able to draw, the girls always resemble me, and the boys him.
I don't think it's very healthy.
What do I do to get closure if I'm still waiting for him?