I texted him every single day; in the morning, afternoon, evening and night. My thoughts he owned. Around him time moved very fast yet little for enough company. He asked me out but I was now acting like am the one who initiated everything. Jealousness clocked in. longing became an addiction. But his silence was all I got. Don’t give up on us he always said though his actions showed otherwise. Confusion robbed me of my origin flesh wondering what he was doing on days he never bothered to text back. ******** he is now back and wants us to be one again!!!!!!! Am not excited that he called me his woman, that he said its me he loves and cares for. I don’t know when I lost it but I moved on. I guess I nolonger love him………………….