I’m worried about him.

B.

(Him & I)

Two Days On Two Days Off. Off. On. Sick. Healthy. Tired. Working Out. Cold. Hot. Angry. Sad. Positive. Negative.

No, I’m not referring to myself. Rather, I’m speaking about the boyfriend. His new job is wicked. It’s affecting his health– in a bad way.  He’s lost weight and muscle mass. He still has nice muscles, but he’s not a happy camper. I tell him if he can’t handle it, he should go back to his other shift. He works 7PM-7AM. Who wants to work that shift? Not a soul. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.

I miss him. I miss him so much. I missed him today. I missed him so much that it hurt. I was in pain because I wanted him, desired him, longed for him & needed him.

I love him. I love him so much. I think about him all the time.

I appreciate him. Is he the one? my brother asks. Yes, I believe he’s the one, I say back. I do believe. I do. 

We lay on his bed, cuddle when he turns to me, looks in my eyes and whispers, I love you. I smile coyly and say, I love you too. We smile together and kiss. We laugh. We cuddle. We smooch. 

I’m worried about him. I’m worried about his health. I hope he doesn’t get too sick. I hope this job doesn’t drive him to the hospital. I hope he doesn’t have a heart attack.

I’m worried.

I’m just worried about him.

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