Late Night Thoughts.

I've been attending UVU since 2011.  You'd think by 2013 I'd know exactly what I wanted to be. 

Welp. I don't.

2 years in and finishing my associates degree.

No sense of direction... sort of.

Anyways.
My point being, I'm attending school. 

I've been taking Fine Arts classes in hopes that I'll be more artistic.

Yeah right... SIGH.

I love it though.  I love the ART program.

I love the people, I love the style, I love the feel of it.

Everything just feels so lax and right.

Right now I'm in a Photo class.

I'm taking a black&white film class this semester.

I have a MAJOR crush on my married professor.

and I'm loving every second in the dark room.

I met Travis today.

Travis is the main Photo teacher at UVU.

In other words, he's got his ducks in a row!

His work is amazing and his patience level is unreal.

Travis came in and was talking to my Professor.

I couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation.

"You remember Christian don't you?"

BING.

You've caught by attention Travis.

"Yeah, the boy who got in a car accident right?"

Yep, you're definitely talking about my boy.

"Yeah him. I heard his friend was collecting letters from the program."

This is true, Eric got letters!!

"What'd he want letters for?"

I'm just standing there dumbfounded with their conversation.

staring straight at them.

"I guess to read to the kid."

"I hope he can get back in here soon enough."

"yeah me too, I miss that kid. Unique: He's very unique. Anyways, I'm off to Sanfrancisco...."

My ears were buzzing and my heart was pounding.

I don't know why I didn't jump at the opportunity to join their conversation.

To explain to them how Christian was doing.

How he would, in no time, be back in that very classroom to develop his own film.

To fill them in on the details of Chris' major recovery.
????

But I didn't.

I walked away.

I've thought about it all day. 

I've replayed their conversation.

I can visualize it to a T.

I just can't believe how many lives Christian has touched.

How many people have been affected.

How many people still care.

I just happened to be in the right place at the right time today.

But this simple eavesdropping proved something to me.

Everyday, at any given time, people are still talking about you.

You haven't left anybody's heart for a second.

Just think of how many unheard conversations there are of you.

I believe in you Chris.