I really wish that she would love me like I love her. That she could not keep her hands off of me like I can not stop myself from touching her at every possible opportunity.
That I was her number one priority, her son excluded, that I was the only one she loved. I wisg she loved me more than him. I wish that she was not ashamed of me.
I once asked her if she felt shame over me, and she responded thusly: "My father told me never to be ashamed of anything."
This, clearly, meant yes.
It was only proved by her unwillingness to tell anyone of our relationship. She even negated to tell people that she was in a relationship. So many of our problems could have been avoided had she only been slightly more respectful of my wishes and emotions...
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