I Do Not Love Him Wait, In Fact I Do I Do Love Him Part 1

I do not love him. Wait, in fact- I do. I do love him. I would give him one of my own kidneys if that was needed. A part of my own liver but not that happily as I know what is he doing to his one and I would not believe that he suddenly stops to party. We have known each other not that long but intensively. My habit is always to say that it is not time that decides but intensity. Meaning, decides of the relationship status and state. So our one is intense, that's for sure. We know each other by accident. Wait, I should have written by chance because this aquaintence is a chance for me. Oh, yes it is, such a good one. I would never even imagine that story. We live in such a different environment, we should have never met. But we do have mothers, don't we. I mean, his mother is in the picture this time. And he has got a very good heart, gene of kindness, as I say. His mother asked him for help and he agreed. Thank God! He was really rescuing me from misery as I was taking part in this whole needing-help situation. Helping too. But the most I needed was support. Support of someone understanding a bit my point of view concerning this whole situation and just somebody to lean on whispering shameful comments when nothing else is to be done. And perfectly, there he was.