No Mas
Dear Lorenzo, It's 11:27 p.m. and I'm up, drinking a mug of lemon ginger tea and re-listening to my latest video message from Cap. Again. But not responding. Yet. He called me to apologize back in December. I'd dreamed about him the previous evening. Had texted Michele about "getting back out there" and dating again come Spring. And a few hours later he called. We've seen each other a few times since and talk almost daily but... I want so very little from my man. I don't want to live with him. I don't want to see him every day. But... I don't want to feel like an afterthought either. I'm an afterthought to Cap. And as you damn well know, I'm worth so much more than that.