Do I mind if he texts me to touch base tomorrow, he says. Is it okay, he wonders. Silly man. Doesn’t he know that my days have become little more than finding new ways to fill the time in between contact with him?
Yesterday he came to see his mom and asked for help resetting her Internet. As I sat next to her he snuck his hand up the back of my shirt, then a few stolen kisses in an empty room.
He rocks my world and then makes it steady again.
The roller coaster is moving full steam ahead again – hold on for your life, me.