The voice mails I listened to this morning (my cell phone battery died last nite and altho I plugged it in, I never turned it back on) had no derogatory remarks or insults or dares in it this time, but it did ask what it would take to make me open my eyes for one moment and realize what I have in him. As much as that made my jaw drop, my jaw really hit the floor when I heard “Well, I haven’t given up on you. I will see you when I get back to LA.”