We are having one of the coldest Januarys in history. We’ve had days on end where the temperature hasn’t gone above zero, and with the biting winds, it feels like negative twenty degrees all the time. The winds that chill me to the bone every time I step outside are comforting in a way because they mirror the icy coldness of my heart.
If a heart could freeze from heartache, mine certainly has, yet I go on with a smile on my face. I refuse to go back to where I was in November and December. I’m not going to be that weak, miserable girl any longer. I owe myself more than that.
Jax and I are back to texting—not every day, but a couple of times a week. Our texts never consist of anything substantial. It’s just a few words here or there to keep the communication going in our broken friendship
