I Don't Think Delusional, But He Thinks I Am

When the tides are broken it tends to be weird and strange. Last night, I confessed my deepest inner secretive feelings, words that may have sounded delusional but they were true. In the moment when I told him, I felt free from the grips of fear and felt the solitude of contentment. Texan, didn't say much, and I know that of him. This is what makes him who he is, just a beautiful, wonderful man. There are some things you can tell a man and some things you would rather not. Last night I had to confess what I have held all these months that I have known him. Some of the things that were said were, "I cry about you every day, and when you leave I will cry even more." I could not keep the confessions in, "When I love someone, I get this sick feeling in my stomach, and when they leave it gets worse where I can't eat and when I do, I can't keep it in." The feelings of things that happen to me continue to be spoken as how I am when I fall in love. His response was, "That's not good. Don't do that." Then in response, "I get depressed, but it's a depression that only lasts a few months and then I will be good again." He stayed silent, and in those few moments, I don't think he wanted to know. I don't think he wanted to believe it was my deepest confession that I was feeling for him. In my heart, I knew that I needed to tell him because in all my life I have never met a man like him. I know that I will love Texas till the day that I die and when he leaves, I will let him go knowing that he was the greatest love of my life. I will forever have beautiful memories tucked away in my mind and in my heart. When I continue to live on this earth, I will eventually die, but I know that I will die knowing that I have loved very deeply and very true, and I will pass away content with the life I lived. I am thankful he is in my life, and I am thankful he will be forever. This is the deepest confession of a single 50-something-year-old woman. 

Days Go By So Fast!

It's Sunday, it's the day before the BIG Monday. So last week, the weather caused damage to our office building, so we are not allowed back until further notice. We have to work from home, I know some love working at home. I like balance in my work life, but I think working strictly remotely is something I need to get used to. You never know I will have those days when I will have to work remotely, especially when I travel out of town. You never know when I will have to do that in the future months, I suppose I am preparing for the unknown. This fall is going to be weird and crazy, for me, it will be emotional and weird. My boyfriend will be moving on with his job, and I will have to stay behind, although, I wish sometimes in my mind I'd run away with him. However, sometimes, it doesn't work out that way. You never know with relationships, it can change on a dime, how can anyone know? I know one thing, when he leaves I will be very sad. My demeanor will be low, and I will struggle to put on a happy face. I think I will take the time to cry in a dark room curled up in a ball, praying, talking to Jesus, and crying. Sometimes when I am so sad and depressed I tend to not eat, my tummy gets twisted in knots and I cry a lot. It sucks. But it's part of the process of carrying on with a so-called normal life, I hate the thought of not having him just down the road. I hate the thought of not getting text messages of "I'll be home in 20 minutes", or "I just got off work wanna have dinner?" I love knowing he is there, that he is there close enough to drive to him and love him. I really dread the next couple of months of him leaving. There are days that I already cry when I'm alone, whether it's when I'm driving, or I am alone at home sitting in my recliner. 

One of my thoughts is getting involved with the gym and utilizing my membership, especially when it is just next door to my work. Save money on trips to see Texas if we are still a thing when he is working. I know that he will be back to visit and he has invited me to visit him where he's from, I should be excited to know that there are going to be continued interactions. It's just the unknown of how things are going to be, long-distance relationships can be difficult and a challenge. I suppose that's what makes a relationship strong. I need the hard in my life to grow, I need to know that I can make it through this journey. Just like other journeys in my life, for example, my degree journey. I didn't think that I could make it because I lacked confidence. I have to admit that during my degree process of completing my journey, there were times when I wanted to quit. However, I didn't quit, I had encouragement to keep on and finish. I prayed really hard every day, I admit there were times that it was a struggle to power through, however, I am so happy it was completed. I suppose relationships are that way too, we power through everything, and we grow together in more ways than one. No one relationship is perfect, it has its moments, there will be days when we will forget one another, and then all of a sudden we might just miss each other deeply. I am not sure how he is going to be when he leaves. I don't know if he will continue to want me or need me. That is the unknown of the other side, how does the other one feel? How are they going to approach this thing, and am I really gonna be welcomed to his place in Texas? Several questions in my deepening mind, I hate it when I think. It's too much. 

As these days tend to pass by like midsts in the ocean, I continue to wonder about the unknown. What does it look like in a year or two, will I still have my friend, my soul mate till then or will it be longer than that. My tears just fall when I type my thoughts of him, the way he is when he talks like a cold person, but at the same time, it's so attractive and so funny. Listening to his stories, experiences in life, his day at work, how his day was, and then always asking me how my day was. He is a genuine man, even though he says he isn't, I miss him every day, true story, I miss I'm every day. Since the first time we met, the days of knowing one another have gone by quickly, like there is not enough time to be with him, the more I get to know him and be with him, the more the days pass by so quickly. I didn't think I would be able to see the day that we would make it a year of being together. In the time we have spent time with one another and me loving him with all that I have in me, I wish every day I had met him when he first got here. I would've loved to have been in a longer thing with him, or at least grown with him longer. I suppose it's better this way, just because maybe the way I was when I met him was better than if I were to have met him earlier. He just had to meet other women who were more demanding than me. In my mind, my hope is, and it is crazy, I hope I am the best woman he has ever had. My mind is weird, but I do hope that... only time will tell, yeah right. I know on my end... he is the only man who changed my life. Something, I never thought of, the thought of a man entering my life and changing it for the better, to know that relationships are not that bad. For now, I pray for our lives in the coming months. I love you Texas, and I love you now. 

It's One Of Those Days In Thought

It's Saturday, and the last few days have been the change in weather. The wind and then the lightning and rain were all exciting. I ended my week with work at home and trying to make it to the end of a Friday, it was perfect. My kids requested Navajo Tacos, they love my chili beans that I make with fry bread, and we seldom have Navajo Tacos. However, last night it was a measure of happiness that I thoroughly enjoyed. I also informed my boyfriend of the feast that I was going to prepare, of course, he wanted some of my fry bread and chili beans too. It makes me happy that he loves what I cook, did I tell you he's an excellent cook too! He makes the best steaks and the best chicken alfredo. He's impressive, I like that in a man, I love it when men know how to make a good steak. My ex-hubby was an okay cook, but he was not sober, this guy is sober and likes to check out new foods to make. He follows recipes to the tee, sometimes I wish I worked out there with them just so I could have his cooking. Lucky bastards... anyway, for him to love my cooking is a relief to me. I remember the first time I made Navajo Tacos for him. Actually, I offered to make him dinner the first week we dated. He wanted to get a hotel room to have the feast, but hotel stays are expensive. I let him know, I don't need a hotel room to stay at and feed you?  He did not want me to come to his trailer where he lived, later I found out that he avoided women to have them know where he stayed. I guess he didn't want crazy women lurking around his place. I think he thought this one was one of them. Definitely, something to be aware of, I generally do not allow men to know where I live. However, there are some exceptions, in the past, there was a man who would come to my place. But it was nothing special, just the maintenance men fixing shit at my home. Actually, they still come over... I am smiling, because I think I'm funny. So back to my story of my man, he ended up having me over, and I got to meet his beautiful sweet girl, his dog. It was nerve-wracking for me because the last time I made dinner for a man was in 2014. He was the most terrible man I have ever met in my life, I wish I never met him, I wish I wasn't a stupid woman at that time. But everything is good now and he is just something that should have never happened. Today, there is a man who makes me better, and I think he likes me? Nah, I believe that he likes me. When I was in his home, there we were, he sat down, and I had everything together in a bag to set out the feast for him. Mind you, he has a very small quaint trailer just for him and his cat and dog. It's really a nice place to be alone in. However, that night he wasn't, so he eats and he eats, and I am sitting there watching him eat. I asked him, "How is it?" His response is, "It's really good, I like the bread." He also said, "The chili beans are really good too." Before I knew what to bring, I brought everything that I like to put on Navajo Tacos, again, not thinking that he was different than me, he let me know that he doesn't like onions tomatoes, or olives. This was totally a surprise, so I had to take back the extra that night. Then after dinner we consummated, like vicious animals, I'm laughing out loud at this entry. I had a beautiful night that night, and his belly was full, I love it when a man's belly is full and satisfied. Been a long time since I made a good meal for a man again. 

Later, not too long ago, he told me that I was the only woman who'd ever been in his trailer besides his cleaning lady. He really made me feel special like I was his person. That's the best feeling in the world, to feel like someone's person. Today, I can open the door to his trailer without knocking, and I can clean up for him without him telling me to leave it alone. It makes me feel like I exist for something, little things like that make me happy. I don't mind doing things for Texas, he works long hours at work and travels a lot, and he deserves to be treated good. I suppose for me it's important to treat a man good, I grew up knowing that, watching my mother take care of my dad. He was a hard-working man who was treated like a king in our home. My mother always woke up at 4 o'clock every morning to make coffee for herself and then made extra fresh coffee for my dad. She would make him breakfast make his lunch kiss him goodbye and tell him she loved him. My dad always left away "loved", because my mom made sure he knew he was "loved". Then when he came home from work, she always had dinner waiting for him or always made sure I made the dinner for all of us. She was the woman who showed me how to really love a man. I guess when I meet a man and when they allow me into their space to do things for him, I always remember how my mom lived for my dad, how much she appreciated him, and how much she loved him. I have always wanted that duty, I suppose I do things for Texas because of how I was raised and what I saw. I miss my mom, and I miss the times I'd watch a beautiful woman love my dad so eloquently. I want that too... 

Feely Shitty Stuff

It's no surprise when you spend so much time with a person, in my case a man. You generate feelings, at first it's scary but at the same time it's beautiful. I am in love with this man who I've been seeing for a while now, it will be a year that we have been dating. A whole YEAR! What? When I think about it, it amazes me. I don't want it to end. Texas makes me happy, he definitely is my other home. I love it when he corrects me when he leads when he tells me what to do, I've always wanted this kind of control in my life. Texas does not like feely shitty stuff, he is dominant, kind, sexy, fearless, direct, and oh my God... intelligent. He is younger than me, but he is so smart to direct me to living correctly in certain situations. Saving toward goals in life, to take that extra in life to make things happen. Currently, I have a goal, with my work, to set a priority of making things flow in my schedule. This way, I can start on my Doctorate degree. This was one of my go-to's to Texas, I had to make a decision and talk it out with someone who could give direction. He was mindful of the details currently going on in my life; the new career of case management. It was a breath of fresh air to have someone not judge me or belittle me in making a decision to continue with another degree. Texas makes me feel like a woman who can do anything. Something I have never had in a relationship is the uplifting encouragement and the belief in someone that they can do it. When he tells me that he is proud of me, something inside of me believes it. It's important to me, to feel confident in my life, also very important is the fact to have a partner who instills that in me. I try to let him know from time to time that I adore him, and I do. 

I mention feely shitty stuff, I definitely have stars in my eyes when I look at him. Okay, now here we go on the feely shitty stuff. Texas in my eyes is a beautiful man. GRRRRR, the way he talks, and the sound of his voice drive me crazy. He is the epitome of the most enticing male figure subjected to, the fantasy of romanticizing scenes of the unknown with eyes hypnotizing you to explore the sensuality of the human touch. I can't explain who this man is... I will add that his eyes are the sensual part of him. I remember the first time we were intimate, it was new to me, I had never had a man tell me to look at his eyes. Especially during intimacy, he wanted my eyes to pierce into his. I think it was to be one with him, I couldn't understand it, it was new for a man to direct me to do so. After that, I knew I would be in trouble, trouble in love. When I look into his eyes, I see many things about him, it's things that make me want him more; I don't think I can explain it, but he's pretty extraordinary. There are times when his eyes will turn color. He has those amazing hazel green eyes, and then another minute he has bluish beautiful eyes like the ocean. I love his eyes, can't get enough of them, I also love the stance he has, his posture when he leans against his door and smokes his cigarette. The way he holds his cigarette to smoke it and the way he releases the smoke from his mouth. I examine him in a relevant way, everything about him is wonderful, I'm so obsessed with him. The thing about me and him is that we have a growing understanding of each other. As he puts it, we are learning from each other, for me, he is teaching me to be more open to explaining myself and not keep it in. When someone says, you need to tell me, or let me know when you are bothered by something, let me know and we can talk about it. Who says that? In all my life of meeting and being with men, none has been as enduring as this man I know now. When I am with him, I'd go to the ends of the world with him, his voice captures me, and his presence is pure. I often pray to God to give me love to love him, the same love I give to my kids I pray for him. I love Texas in more ways than one, I think I loved my ex-husband well, but not as much as I love this Texas. 

So there is an obsession in me, maybe it seems like after reading this that it is a phase of feelings. It might be a phase, but it seems that it would last forever, and deep inside of me, I want it to last forever and not stop. What is forever? To me, forever is something that lasts only while we live on earth. I don't want to live forever alone on earth, I want it to be Texas. In a spiritual sense, I know we are going to live eternally together, if I left today, I would be on the other side waiting patiently for him to live eternally with him. In my heart and mind, I see us that way. I suppose it's his eyes that drew me in to believe such marvelous things. I hope I will keep writing this way forever about Texas. I hope that a year from now it will be the same writing about him as it is today. 

Dear Sweetheart

Dear Asshole, 

This is a letter to the man who changed my life. Before I met you, my life was normal: living the mom life and dating random guys. I searched many guys to find you, at least that is what it feels like. I know you hate soppy-feely shit, that is what I love about you. I remember the first time I met you, I admit that I replay it in my head many times a day. I think to myself of the "What if's", for example, what if I never responded to the Tinder match? I've mentioned to you before that I do not subscribe and pay monthly dues to dating apps like most people do. Of course, you do... ANYWAYS! Back to my story, oh yes, I was reflecting on the "What ifs ", just to paint a picture of what my time looked like when I was on Tinder. I suppose many out there do the same thing; lay in bed, sit on their couch, and just scroll. That was me, I am scrolling through Tinder and I come across your profile, at this point I am just looking for a man to have a casual encounter with and maybe never see him again. OR, I might be lucky to have a friend with benefits. That was my usual goal, so, I saw your profile and I am looking at your profile, just examining how much I might like being close to you. Maybe it might be a good match, I tell myself, "Oh hell, why not, I am going to just see if we match," Low and behold... we have a match! The celebration on the app tells me that you are interested in me too! Cause, if the app celebrates victory, then it means you're interested. Anywho, I think I will send a message, and this is my usual message, "Hello, how are you?" Then all of a sudden there is a response! So fast, I thought, then we message each other. On my end, I start out kinda bored, but, then you start to appear very interesting. You were so interested in who I was, asking me questions about my tribe and just being all fascinated about me. Then it switched up, because, during our messages back and forth, you asked me, "What are you looking for on this site." I think that is what you asked? I admit I am not 100% sure, I responded with no holding back, "To be honest, I am looking for sex, I just want to have sex." I was pretty blunt about it, thinking that this was going to be a casual encounter and I wouldn't see this man again! In my mind men here on this app, they're all the same... They're on here to find a good lay and that's it. No love, no relationship, no feely shitty romantic time, just use the bitch and go on with life to find another bitch. I was there too, I wanted to be a few steps ahead.

So, the response was good on your end, I really can't recall if you were surprised, or thankful that you found someone to play with? I read on your profile that you were traveling through, in my mind I thought this was going to be a very quick encounter, however, to my surprise, it was not going to be quick. You wasted no time in wanting to meet me, I admit, I was up to it. I think we messaged for 2-3 days. In those times I had no idea that you received notifications of where I was actually from, I laugh at this because on my profile it said I lived in Loma when I really lived somewhere else (I never indicate where I actually live). Tinder notifications of location snitched me out. I am smiling while I'm typing this to you. So, we agreed to meet on a Tuesday evening after you get off work. I agreed to the meeting, and you asked me where I wanted to meet, not thinking of where you actually were staying. I stated, "Hey, let's meet at Starbucks on North Ave?" You were like, "Where?" I was thinking, This guy... So I explained the location of Starbucks on North Ave. You told me about what time you were going to be there, as I recall it was at 7:30 pm because you let me know that you get home at 6:30 or so to take care of your dog. I thought to myself, I am going to be there at 7:25 pm, maybe earlier. When I got there, I was waiting for you, I sat in my vehicle and messaged you that I was at Starbucks. By the way, just so you know, I had it in my mind that if the guy I was seeing before you were to message me that evening, I was going to cancel. I know that's shitty, but that was who I was, I didn't want to be played, I wanted to be two steps ahead to play the guy (Because I believed all men were players). There were men who I've met that did that to me, I don't like that. So, not knowing entirely who you were, I had my guard up.

I waited and messaged you, I actually thought you were sitting inside the shop. A guy was sitting in the corner with his laptop and he looked like you, he smiled at me. I thought, NA! That ain't him. Then you messaged me, "I don't think I am at the right place?" Of course, dumb me thought you knew where places were in Grand Junction! Uh... Diana, hello, this man is from Texas and he doesn't know this place. So, I remembered directing you to where I was. I let you know that I was inside sitting, and then you arrived. I was relieved you made it to where I was. I remember the first time I saw you, you were tall and very construction-like, and I was mesmerized by who you were. In my mind, all I thought of was I hope I don't look bad. I didn't want you to be disappointed in my features, my skin tone, and the size of my body. Mostly, my body was a concern. But, you came to me and gave me a hug. I have never met a man who just comes up to a woman and gives a warm hug. Maybe, it was at that moment when I felt a bit of a home in you. You led the way to the counter to buy me coffee, and we decided to sit outside. I remember the spot where we sat, that night there was a baseball game going on across the street at Stoker Stadium. I listened to your voice, I looked into your eyes, then I realized you were a smoker. But, it didn't bother me, I don't know why? It just didn't bother me. You made me laugh, I saw your smile, and it was a wonderful evening, we stayed talking outside of Starbucks till they closed. I remembered you touched my hand, and then you touched my leg. You were so warm, when you and I walked toward our vehicles, you held my hand while we were walking, then you asked me, or I let you know it was okay to kiss me. You were so thankful, I remembered the first time I kissed you. My body was so happy, I loved the way you kissed, you are a really good kisser. We held onto each other in the parking lot, you wouldn't let go of me. We got a bit spicy outside near your truck, you teased me and made me laugh. I looked at you in awe, like I was in trouble. I am not sure, but I believe I fell in love with you that night. I was kind of scared, but I told myself, this is just a short-term deal and we will cut it short and he'll be gone. 

After that night, we saw each other week after week, night after night, then you'd go home to Texas to do family things, then return back to Colorado. We really got to know each other, you know I am a different woman who leaves men alone and doesn't chase them. I live my life and you live yours, you know that I get jealous, and I know you hate liars. The only thing that I lied to you about, was the times I told you that when you leave, I wasn't going to miss you. That was a lie. Because I miss you every day sweetheart. I hope, if you ever read this, you know that you are the only man in my life who loved me, and I know you loved me. Do not try to deny it, you did love me, as I loved you deeply. You have brought out of me the woman I thought I wasn't, but you believed in me, it means a lot when a man believes in a woman. In my wildest dreams, you were just something I never deserved. Thank you so much for being a part of my life, even though you are an asshole. I love you and always will. Just remember, when you leave, I am not going to be your friend. But that might change, who knows, it hurts too much to think about. Bye, baby.  

Last Night I Couldn't Sleep

Tonight I am awake and I cannot sleep, maybe it's because I had some coffee early in the evening. Last night I spent some quality time with my boyfriend, let's just say he is my boyfriend. I haven't written an entry on my blog lately, there have been some changes in my life. I have a new job and the process of trying to go back to school to get my doctorate degree. Then there is my boyfriend who I am still seeing and enjoying every minute of my time with him. The days go by quick and soon he will be gone. As fast as he appeared in my life, he would leave very quickly from my life. It is late and I am awake and can't sleep, thoughts of him are in my head. I am already weeping for him, and he hasn't left yet. I feel helpless and don't know what to do, I dread the fact that he is not going to be around anymore, I won't drive to his place anymore to hang out and make love to him. 

This blog entry will not make sense, I need to figure out what to write? I am not sure how to put things in words to state what my feelings are for him. The thing is that I didn't want to feel this way for him, it just happened. You know when you haven't had anyone in a long time and you just go through dates like it's a routine? But then you meet someone, and then it feels like home? Texas feels like home, I cannot deny it, you know what I wish? I wish Texas would love me back, in some ways I feel his love for me. Then again, I think it's nothing, I was not the same the first time I met Texas. I have found myself in so many ways, and that is exactly what he did for me. I fell in love again, but it's not like the love I experienced in past relationships, it's a different fall-in-love thing. Last night I really fell in love with him, when I look at him it's like looking at his soul. If having a soulmate is like the way I feel about him, then I don't want it to end. Sometimes, I wish life was fair, I wish it was kinda easy, and kinda compassionate. I would like to have Texas be my soulmate, to be my life, yeah it would be nice to have that kind of true love. 

I know this entry is dumb and it is crazy, but so is my heart. I am definitely not cut out to be this way, not to love, not to live as though I did have a soulmate. Do you know what the sad part is? That Texas will be a memory, like a wave in the ocean, the togetherness we have now, won't matter anymore. The way that I am feeling will eventually fade away, it will be a dream I had, and there won't be any pictures of us to say we once were. Texas is just an idea, the idea that living in the moment is what matters now. All this, the thoughts and the dread of not having Texas anymore won't exist and I will be myself again. Life goes on and dreams are lived and then forgotten. I love you Texas, you are in my memories. 

Fear Is The Substance Of Regret

So lately, it has been a busy time in my life. I am still seeing my Texas man, he is still here and he is busy these days. I miss not seeing him at times, in the beginning, it was supposed to be a thing, an arrangement of some sort. You know, sometimes when friends with benefits turn into something else? Well, it would seem that this thing that I thought was going to be not so serious in my mind, now in my mind is serious. In my heart, it seems to want to stay with him only. However, it is not that way at all, he is someone I have always avoided in my life, someone to explore with, someone who does things that only the brave experienced women do. Oh, but there is something he sparked in me. 

In the last months or so, this man has gotten me so enthralled into a web of desire. I am not sure if it's the sober being of who he is, or if it's something else. I have always wondered about our souls, what is it that makes soulmates, soulmates? I often wonder about us. Let me describe what kind of man he is, this man has a beard, and I have always loved beards on men. I just love the way it feels on my lips and on me. That is just my preference, I suppose I had a bit of a crush on Grizzly Adams when I was a little girl. So my Texas has a sexy beard, and his eyes are so intriguing. Maybe it's eyes that persuade me so much that I just want to do what he wants me to do. Okay, let me tell you about me, I love the direction in a man. I love the way the man takes charge in all situations, whether it be in life or in the bedroom. I love it when a man plans dates, tells me what to do, and gives me rules. It turns me on, there is something about a man like this, a sober man, who is just as sexy as all hell. I love submission, the thing about him is that when I first met him, he was not that way off the bat. It was subtle and keen, he was like a warrior in the bushes waiting it out to see how he could catch me. Oh yes, Texas has tattoos on his body that define who he is, and yes, he is so protective of me. Oh-My-LORD... I love his protection, he is so comforting and so strong with no fear to protect. He's furious and like a man to sweep me away from all the stress of my days. 

As a single parent, I do not like to plan, I had to take charge of everything in my life, figure things out, and possess stress that I dreaded. A man like Texas, it's a relief to my life not to worry about things, when we are together, we have our lovemaking and fun. Then afterward it's spending time to talk and get things out of our heads. We lay around and listen to music, watch YouTube music videos, and discuss. We mainly discuss silly things, like what the YouTube music video is actually about, and at times it can be sad and we cry a bit with each other. Mostly, he likes to make me cry with music videos. Our times of solitude may seem so silly and boring to most people, but we are such hermits that it fits. I don't like going out much, and he doesn't either, we like to stay in and relax with his dog and cat together in his trailer. The one thing that he got me into is wrestling, I love to watch wrestling with him, the Wrestling Mania drama that ensues on TV. The good guy and the bad guy, I love it, I love being close to him and feeling protected. 

It is weird though since I met him, we have been through a lot already. At least this is what I see on my part. In the beginning, things were smooth going, but then I was fired from my job, I was afraid to tell him about it, thinking that he was going to dump me and continue with his life with fun elsewhere. Then my van broke down at his trailer, and I had to get it moved by a towing company. My van stayed at his place for a good two days or so... mind you, we were not wanting to be called a couple at all. I did not want his buddies to think he was serious and make fun of him. Certain things have to take time to get to that point. After that, there was an accident that I had in October when I fell off my porch and dislocated my shoulder, then! I had to get surgery in December. At the beginning of the year, he really had to know me, I got jealous and we didn't speak to each other or see each other for at least two weeks or so. It seemed forever. He did not like that I got jealous and I chose not to text or bother him at all. I was going to continue life alone and without his company, it was a hard pill to swallow, because I missed him so much. But, out of the blue he texted me, and I was relieved that he didn't forget me. Then, after so many other things happening in such a short amount of time, we are still seeing each other, and I love the Snaps he sends me at night and in the morning. When he is gone I feel like a part of me is gone. Is that what it feels like? In the past months of me going through what seems like a lot, I would have thought the guy would get tired of me. It didn't happen that way, he stayed around and didn't leave me. It's impressive to me that there is that one man out of a million, maybe a billion of them that is who this guy is. Never have I ever met such a man like him, one who actually likes me, no matter what happens. 

There is this thing in my life where I wish I could tell him how much I really love him. I wish I could say the words of love that I want to tell him. To let him know that I'd give you my liver, my kidney, my heart if you needed it. Like my children, I'd die for him. It's weird to include him in with my children... My children mean the world to me, and Texas knows it too. He thinks I am a good loving mother. I love that he even includes them in our dinner dates. He wants to know how the doctor's meeting went with my daughter when she was sick. It's important to have a man to be concerned with me, to have the heart to want to know that my kids are well. I love Texas, I just wish I was not afraid to tell him how I feel. I guess I just don't want to feel stupid to tell him. It's a big deal to say those words, just like saying he is my boyfriend. That is hard to state because I am afraid to state it. However, I do state it behind his back, only because I like hearing myself say it. Fear is the substance of regret... The reality of knowing this is remarkable. Just like a doctor who reports what is on an X-ray, CT scan, or blood test. If there is a concern or an indication that is bad news they often describe it as "Remarkable."