His mom really liked me. She even cooked me a whole meal and made me pasta with white sauce because she knew I loved it, and that my mom passed away and I can’t make it myself. She thought I was sweet and shy.
He was such a sweet guy, but he didn’t give me any personal space. He didn’t mean to do that, but I couldn’t make him understand that needing me time didn’t mean that I don’t love him. I miss them both.
