I thought about last night, about Dwain not telling me about the play he's going to direct. He was like that when we were a couple, not telling me things. It hurt me then and it hurts me now. I was going to write to him, an angry note, but changed my mind, decided to wait and think. Somehow I want to let him know that as a friend I am hurt when I am left out of things I have clearly shown an interest in. I have to think about how to write it.
I dreamed that I saw Dwain last night. I said hi as he passed, and he said hi, and that was about it. I am not over him but I don't feel the pain I did at first. So I feel I can explore it.