just one day at a time

 It keeps going, one day at a time. Nothing really changes in a big way, just little moments that tweak my existence. 

I continue working for the real estate lady.  Heath called the other day for the first time in months, and we caught up for about 3.5 hours on the phone, but then I went over and spent the rest of the night. It's been almost a week and I haven't heard from him again. I have to confess, I am not surprised. I didn't go with any expectations of anything, all I did was a reflection of the moment. My soul and body missed him, and this was a chance to feed it. Maybe it wasn't the best choice, but I love him so, and always will. 

There have been a few other since him, but there's just never anything there. I want that best friend connection that I have with him, but there's just emptiness.