1.18

Here

Night's had passed, sleepless and restless, I painted for hours at a time.

She still hasn't come home, most likely staying with a friend to likely figure out what she needed to do as well.

I had realized, that all those time we had hung out...they were dates.

I had once thought that they were platonic, that they were things that normal friends did, when it was just the two of them.

No...

They were so much more.

I painted and painted, till I could paint no more.

My work had been done...

Knock...knock...knock.

She's here.