Last night, my man opened up to me about being lonely after moving out of the paternal home, about his seeming helplessness… It felt good to have that conversation with him. I’m glad he told me about what was eating at him.
We had another such conversation earlier this afternoon. Of course he is still coping with the loneliness and the usual shortage of funds, but he was sweet and funny. I love when he calls me “baby” in an extra sweet voice. I love it when he gets extra extra malambing. Oh I am such a goner! Sigh…
I love this feeling. I am sooooooo in love!!!!
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