“How’s Mark?” I ask my friend, Tom.

“I’m not sure. I tried talking to him yesterday about it, but he just didn’t want to talk about it,” Tom explains and I sigh deeply, “just give it time.” I thank Tom for his words of advice, but they don’t help me. For the first time in my life, I begin to regret my actions and hate myself for the decisions I made. Not everything in my life, just what happened between Mark and I.

I walk into my condo, take out a big poster board and begin to something I haven’t done in forever, because I haven’t had the inspiration to do until now. Paint. I paint my feelings, all over the paper. A ton of little hearts, and one big heart. With that, I put in a message for Mark.

I knock on his apartment door, knowing he doesn’t want me here. I don’t care though, I need to see him.

“Take this,” I say, “it’s a little advice with a lot of love.”

He’s been crying and I feel bad, but he has to see this.

Stop thinking so much and go where your heart tells you…. to me