Slowly scraping healing wounds...

Stayed up all night talking to a friend. Can you believe it I didn't take a nap until eight or nine this morning only to be ripped from my precious sleep by a phone call. Reaching for the phone I looked at the caller ID which still reads "my love" and I felt a slight twinge of excitement that quickly fades to "what now?". He only calls to figure out where I am and what I am doing, well nunya. We are no longer together which means it should not be of any interest to him what I do and where I go. Through out the day fading in and out of drawing, movies, crying, writing and talking on the phone I have found myself sitting here. He has called three times today, three times too many.