Yesterday, Kyle, Kellen, and I went to the shelter to get a kitten; We walked out with a puppy. She’s so precious. We still need to think of a name. On our way home, Kellen was driving, I was in the front, and Kyle in the back. His hands were through the top of the seat and placed on my shoulders. Every so often he would squeeze and massage them. When we got home, he gave me a key to his apartment and stated how committed he is to me. At night, we had a few friends over. I tucked in around 11. Sometime after 4, my eyes began to slightly open, and Kyle was lying next to me, with his hand caressing my face, and a slight smile on. He said, “You know that when you’re sleeping, and I hold your hand, you squeeze mine back? It may not be because of me, but more of a comfort thing. Whatever the reason, you do it.” At night when Kyle does this, I’m aware it’s him. Even when I’m in a deep sleep, any noise or movement around, can only be him. 5 AM, we then made love.