Maybe he is damaged from growing up without a mom. Maybe he is a little quirky. Maybe he is smarter then anyone I have ever met before.
But I love him. I love him still.
This morning I learned over and kissed his cheek. In his sleep he murmured, "I love you." And I know he does.
Sometimes things get in the way. Money, selfish wants, kids. Five years ago we said we'd love each other forever. And I still believe we will.