Kevin Writes Mia

Pretty good day today. Very productive. Work is much more comfortable than it was two years ago if you remember. I had dinner with a friend tonight which was nice. I have almost every Friday night open throughout faire. I wish we were in communication so we could get together on these nights at some new bar with good scotch.

Today marks four months since I’ve seen you. I wonder often about your perspective of me now, if it has changed or softened since the night you walked out of City Tavern. I hope you are well!

Halfway through another week! I’ve been working some late hours recently but all good things. I took my camera out to faire last weekend, a first for me. It was fun if not a bit cumbersome.

Last night I found out a friend’s girlfriend committed suicide. Young mother, pretty. You met him the time you came to the bar. Close with Shawn and Jessica/Nathan. I understand the thoughts but not the act if that makes sense. I met her several times. Very genuine. I’m at a loss for words not only for the act but for what it will do to everyone around her.

Work was work. Came home and did meal preparation for the week and weekend. I made Panang curry tonight, which always reminds me of you of course.

I left faire early today. The house needed attention. That place is a full-time job recently. Trying to get everything in order. You’ve been on my mind a lot the last few days. I feel like you want to reach out but do not for whatever reason. Probably wishful thinking on my part but I’ll take it. I hope you’re having a fantastic weekend.

Faire was alright. I’m not as into it this year. Still fun but the energy is different out there.

When these six months are up, I hope we can get to know one another again. Truly I do. I feel like the dark cloud I lived in kept me from truly getting to know you. I’ve discovered more about you from just contemplating than I did when we spoke daily. I miss you and I miss the friendship I should have let us have. 

Early sleep night for me tonight. I hope your week is going well. Hell, I hope the last one hundred and fourteen days have gone well for you. Really. I do. 

I came across a random article with your name in it. I was researching something about help portrait and we were both mentioned in  an article in the newspaper that first year we did it together. I thought that was pretty cool.