I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m being an insecure little brat. I’m afraid to leave his side that I’ll never see him again or he’ll go to someone else. He assures me he’s not even looking right now. He’ll moving in with me for 2 weeks and then I’m moving in with him. He’s been nothing but honest with me. He still thinks of us as friends, companions and lovers. I have never been so insecure about a relationship in my life. Even when I’ve caught the guy cheating. I need to get my shit together. He’s the first decent relationship I’ve ever had. He treats me great and he has a damn job, a lousy one that doesn’t pay for shit but at least he’s working. I guess I’m afraid of losing the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He’s so tender and gentle. He’s great in bed. He goes to such lengths to make sure I’m happy. He makes me cum so hard. Poor baby’s been so sick all weekend….all week really. I wish I could have done something to make him feel better but I couldn’t.