"Yes," I could not answer calmly.
But the stream steadied me, and it leaned over and kissed me and whispered.
"Tarn loves you so much, how can there be others? Trust each other."
Trust me. . .
Trust me. . .
There may not be anyone else like Tarn said, because no one sent strange text messages to Tarn after that day. Although he didn't tell the other party not to send text messages, when I peeked at Tarn's mobile phone, I saw that Tarn blocked and deleted the list of people who sent text messages the previous day. I looked up the phone book, but I didn't see the woman's name, only the numbers of people I knew. There are a dozen in all.
I won't talk to anyone. Maybe the girls in college sent me, but I don't care.
So I'm more comfortable than ever. Tarn also makes me feel comfortable,
