I get home with new decorations and groceries as the delivery men bring my new bed, sofa, tv unit, coffee table, dining table, walk-in-wardrobe and tv which they assembled I wasn't good at anything like that - you can pay anyone to do anything in New York. I set out some sandwiches and drinks and make myself busy getting out their way.

Around 9pm I called it a night, everything was built and in its place. I had put up my painting and little decoration items like artificial flowers in vases. I have a shower and get into bed, it felt funny being in my own apartment by myself for the first time ever - this was all mine and I couldn't believe it. The following day I was in my spare room which i'll be using as a dressing room/studio sorting out clothes to go into my wardrobe, having all my luxury items on display. I had Taylor Swift Era's tour playlist on blaring it felt different listening to it now after a break up whilst being heartbroken, I sung and cried my heart out over the three hours.

I stopped for lunch sitting at the table with a sandwich and some soup scrolling through Instagram my phone begins to ring - Caller ID Sebastian 💙.

I frown and decline the call not wanting to speak to him, seconds later my phone pings '1 new message - Sebastian 💙' . I shake my head in disbelief not even attempting to read the message. I need to get over him sometime, we can't be friends there's too much feelings there for me.

I plod about the apartment all day every so often glancing at my phone, should I read the message? No, Callie be strong. Don't do it. Urgh I unlock my phone and open the message not being able to ignore it any longer it was driving me crazy.

'Hey Cal, hope you're well. Listen I wanted to apologise for how things ended between us, maybe we could meet for coffee or even lunch to make things right? Lemme know'

I read the message over and over again analysing it. To make thing's right between us as in our friendship or as in get back together? The message threw me a huge curve ball and on one hand I want to be strong and ignore it then put down my phone but on the other hand I want to see him again because in all honesty I miss him, maybe we could try being friends? 

'Hi Seb, i'm good thanks. Meet at my place? Bring Starbucks :) ' I send my location and go fix my hair and apply some make up. Around an hour later there's a knock on the door, I look at myself one last time in the mirror making sure my make up is ok before going to the door and opening it - there he stands with a bunch of roses in his hand and two Starbucks cups in the other.