Infatuation

It's hard for me to concentrate at times because I'm thinking of him, or how his dick fills me up completely to the point I'm in pain, but the good sort of pain that feels 100 times better the second after it has occurred. mmmmm
Because I have a rather healthy sexual appetite, we have sex as often as possible. His performance is always impressive, so much so that I'm tempted to ask how many women he's been with. Not that it matters, I'm just curious to know. We don't talk about that sort of thing like our pasts, we don't talk very much at all.

I'm developing an obsession, mostly because I'm unsure of his intentions towards me. I'm accustomed to men chasing me and clearly demonstrating their interest in me. Gino does neither, I feel like I'm begging for his attention every time I call him.
But I've got what I want, he's back in my life. Yes, the sex is phenomenal, but everything else is different. He doesn't trust me, he doesn't open up to me or give me any insight into him like he used to. He's holding back, perhaps he feels I won't stick around for long, after all it took me two months to gather up the balls to call him. We haven't talked about the circumstances surrounding the break up. Should I bring it up or wait for him to? I don't want to seem insecure by dredging up the past, but if we don't learn from our mistakes aren't we doomed to repeat them?

I saw Michael this past weekend. He had been asking me to visit him at school, so I did. He showed me around town and we had a lovely time. That is, until the underground posh bar he insisted we visit. After three glasses of champagne and two shots of tequila, Michael pleaded...
"Tiff, I never thought that our relationship would end, I always assumed you'd fill a void in some part of my life. I cannot explain to you how much I miss you, you will always be my girl."
I promptly excused myself from our table and ran to the bathroom to place a call to a friend. I ended up leaving a frantic message on her voicemail; "OH MY GOD! Michael wants to get back together! I came out here just to visit him and have a few drinks, but the way he's talking I'm expecting him to drop on one knee and propose! Call me back NOW!"
I got very sick immediately afterwards and I don't remember a thing, apparently he practically carried me back to his place where I threw up in his bed and on his floor, oops. In the morning after I woke up in his clothes he took me home and kissed me goodbye. Michael thinks I don't remember the conversation we had, and I'm glad for that.