Someone once said; “The tools of love wear down, time passes” … and so it was for me. The reliable tool, the one that I had discovered so accidentally in that Chinese joint, was worn to a state of uselessness. I had no idea what to do. I had met the man of my dreams and all seemed great and then, it just stopped. I sure did love him still just … the juices weren’t flowing anymore. I was feeling sick, trapped, selfish. Then, I realized why he was such a good man. Such a good, caring … giving man.