He called. We talked for an hour. Too much sadness in his words, too much courage not to cry. I know it hurts as much as he just hides me. Loves me. He misses me. It can be felt in his voice. Yes, he hurt me, I was angry and cried at night but I realized something else ... I was hurt by an injured person, that's where it all stops. Move on. We continue. I know his heart longs to love and hug until morning. I know that it seems to someone that he is a cold creature without love and emotions. I know all that. But I know him too. He keeps that love for me. I love him. Really. Despite everything. Well, that'll be fine.