I worry on days he doesn’t text me consistently or as sweetly. I worry that the love has gone, that he has decided to go back to his base structure – his family. Though I know my worry could be all folly considering he does need his rest. When the heart rests it trusts. I’m guessing I’m not ready to lay down all my cards yet. Benign cancer. That line on his life leads me again to be guilty for taking up his time. Lessons, lessons, lessons. What have I got to learn to move on from this learning? Then in a few moments he goes back to being who he was with me, grateful for having me around and careful of not staining this white slate we have. Pen asked me if I was happy. Yes I am. I am. I am. Iam. I don’t think she has to wonder why. I'm not being mean but look at it this way. She met this guy thru text and they were texting constantly for 3-4 days. They met up one night, had sex, met up again another day and had sex then the guy now isn't texting her anymore. I had sex with Jojo but that is only after he's been through fire- and right now its just all color and he's still here with me, and we still text constantly, see and date each other constantly and talk constantly . They were all worried he'd leave me once he got what he wanted.  Fortunately we had to go through all these instances to be together and it just made us better and more fit to be strong enough for each other. Pen condemns me for being with him yet look at all these guys she goes with. What are they any better?