The Purest Kind of Love.

I’m going to start from the middle of this intrusive love story. First let me tell you that I have been in committed relationships but I’ve never fallen in love. My longest relationship was for 8 years and although we did marry, it was on and off. I am now 26 years of age. When I first met…let’s call him Z, it was through a mutual friend and for a job. He ended up taking me home with him because I was from another state and had no where to stay to prepare for the job. I actually lived with him for over nine months. He was polite and handsome but i didn’t want anything to interfere with my job so I only only wanted to be friends. There were three bedrooms in the three story condominium and I took his room upstairs, while he slept downstairs in the living room. The other two rooms were being occupied by two male roommates. One roommate was downstairs on the third level and the other was upstairs across from the room in which I slept in, conjoined with a full sized bathroom. As time went by we would sit up into the early hours of the morning, talking and drinking a special East African tea in which he would make for us. The roommates were often gone so we were alone most of the time. When they were in the condo with us they would stay secluded in their rooms due to the fact that he told them to limit their appearance around me and the living room area. Now I bet your thinking with all the alone time we had there was a lot of sexual activity going on…actually no we never had sex. We couldn’t physically touch each other. Yes that’s right we would sit on opposite ends of a very long sectional and even though we ate together and spent all of our time together we didn’t touch. Not even so much as a finger touch. Why…well because he was Muslim and that was apart of his culture so respectful I followed suit. I have very long, thick and curly hair in which I kept wrapped up in a fancy hijab. I covered my body and made sure not to show any skin but I did keep wearing my American fashioned clothing. There was this one time when I was washing my hair in the downstairs sink…because well… all the bathroom sinks were too small and I had already taken my shower and did not plan on washing my hair that day. There was a natural conditioner in which he was telling me what to put in, so I washed my hair downstairs in the kitchen sink. Yes I did clean it out after I was done. Anyways when I was finished I went in the living room while he was playing the Play Station and asked him a question. He freaked when he seen my hair and told me to quickly cover it. I replied but you’ve already seen my hair before. He then replied that he was fasting and he didn’t need to see my hair again. He then stopped playing the game and gave me his undivided attention after he assumed I showed him my hair because I wanted his attention. I thought it was sweet. I was truly falling for him. He would do the most sentimental things for me. Like pause his game and leave with me to go get my favorite ice cream at 1 am before the store that sold it closed. He let me shop and pay off my credit card, he got me an unlimited pass to vacuum and premium wash my brand new Mercedes C 300 and did I mention he was going to co sign for me to get the vehicle and offered before the dealer even gave me the application but my credit was good so I didn’t need a co signer. One day he looked me into my eyes and told me…You are my princess, you can have whatever you want. Before I got my car I would drive wherever I wanted with one of his cars. We never argued and he was always calm with me. It was so easy to fall in love with him. One night while we were alone he implied that he wanted to marry me and have a son. This was the purest kind of love imaginable. Im a truck driver and I met him when my truck kept breaking down on one of my loads near where he lived. I then met our mutual friend who was at a truck repair shop and later introduce us, due to the fact the guy I was working for had to send me money for hotels and really couldn’t do anything about the truck being fixed. He was leasing it and the company in which he leased it from didn’t want to pay to get it fixed. I was in a tough spot. I met our mutual friend at the Truck service shop and we had a conversation about trucks and to make a long story short he told me he had a friend with a truck, and he needed a driver. I was introduced to Z the next day he picked me up from my hotel and took me to his house to stay. The guy would always include me with all his decisions and tell me that anything he owned was mines too and that we were partners. Now I’m back in my home state because I got into an accident with his truck and I needed to get away. Our phone calls was always frequently everyday and anytime I came to my home state for a weekend or family event we would talk for hours. Then it became a lil slim to none and now not at all. What should I do ? What’s wrong ? Did I do something wrong ? This guy would know my exact moves and all. He would order my food for me and know exactly how I liked my food. Somethings I told him and he remembered but most things he knew because he paid close attention to me. I’ve never met no one like him. Do you guys think he moved on? Should I do the same.? These are the thoughts that he left me wondering.