I don't tell you everything. No matter how much I tweet or blog. I just can't say everything. I call him my "Big Boy". He looks like he's supposed to be a man but he's silly, like super silly.
When we met we are friends. We have mutual friends and he had a girlfriend. It was about a year ago almost to this day. I saw him & he randomly asked for my number. That's fine we're cool. Gradually it goes from "hey how are you" once a week to everyday conversations. He knows my goals, my heart, my intentions. He knows what I'm thinking even when I don't say it.