I’m not sorry I asked him to do this, because I didn’t have a choice. I don’t want to stop seeing him. I don’t want him to empty the drawer I gave him in my bedroom. I want to give him more drawers. I want him to move in with me. I’ve never felt this way before, but I realize it now. I want him here every night. For the rest of my life. I can’t lose him over this. I can’t.
