He said that he'd be gone by Wednesday. I didn't know if that was his way of saying that he was not going to be available by Wednesday but his trip was a few days later. For a while he told me that he would be traveling by Nov 8 but I wondered if he had changed his plan, or he did not want me to think that he'd have time to see me before Nov 8. Sometimes I think he has these little white lies because he does not want to hurt me, and he worries that if he was to not be available to me, he would be seen as someone who did not care about me. I know that much about him by now. He'd sometimes tell me that he'd be out of town, but I think he was not, he was simply not available to see me. I love him no matter what. I think even with these little white lies he was being careful. he wanted to see me but he only had limited availability and then sometimes his place is not his when he has friends and / or visitors.
He's a good man. That much I know. He buys ugly paintings from people he knows who needed cash. He lets his friends stay at his place. He's a generous man who is polite, but sometime irritable. He sometimes, in the middle of sex, would tell me that he loves me so much. I think he loves my pussy and not me, but then when he describes his feeling for me, he said that love is not that easily describable. It's a feeling. And I think he loves me because he knows I love him.
I wonder sometimes if there is a way to be with him, on a more permanent, regular basis, like he belongs to me and me him.
Like this could be for real.
What then, what would that be like?
We'd have separate bedrooms, separate activities. I think he'd get tired easily. He works a lot and gets tired. He wants his space. I let him. I listen to his stories. I take care of him.
This is it. whether he's away or not, this is it. This is the last love I'd ever feel.
He's a good man. That much I know. He buys ugly paintings from people he knows who needed cash. He lets his friends stay at his place. He's a generous man who is polite, but sometime irritable. He sometimes, in the middle of sex, would tell me that he loves me so much. I think he loves my pussy and not me, but then when he describes his feeling for me, he said that love is not that easily describable. It's a feeling. And I think he loves me because he knows I love him.
I wonder sometimes if there is a way to be with him, on a more permanent, regular basis, like he belongs to me and me him.
Like this could be for real.
What then, what would that be like?
We'd have separate bedrooms, separate activities. I think he'd get tired easily. He works a lot and gets tired. He wants his space. I let him. I listen to his stories. I take care of him.
This is it. whether he's away or not, this is it. This is the last love I'd ever feel.
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