Selfish, yea, maybe.

This may be odd of me to say, but thank you for making me accountable for my actions. Thank you for expressing your dislike of what I did, and being willing to move forward afterward. The silence between us was killing me, keeping that secret out of fear of your reaction was tearing me up. Now, with the air clear, you call for no serious reason, and we laugh together again. I'm still not sure where we're going from that point, but at least I don't feel like you might just walk away at any point. Now, I count the days of that 50-year promise like there's hope in them. I whisper “Ene Otsoa, not because I own him, but because I love him, and he is mine to love and yes, feel jealousy over; even if I squash any outward signs of that jealousy because while he is mine, I can't keep him to myself - not yet..”