My life here in New York is somewhat awesome and somewhat terrible. The reason for the bad part is I miss Rose so much. Every damn time I turn around she's on my brain like a tumor. She's on my mind when I go to sleep and when I wake up, but it's my fault. I should've just been honest about everything and just maybe Rose will still be with me right now. I hurt her to the point she ignores my phone calls, text messages, and she doesn't write me back. I love that woman with all my heart but she can't see that because all she sees is me having sex with different women, including her friend that I slept with. On the other hand, I've made quite the name for myself here in New York the ladies like me, but I don't do anything sexual with them. I just suggest some ideas to them on how to spice their relationships or marriages up, I take some on dates, and I even teach some of the women self-love. You guys, I wish I could get Rose out of my head... Lord Help me move on... show me a sign...