The candle on the table between us both gently flicker to the rhythm of the soft music in the background. He's on the laptop and I'm on the iPad.
Sitting here as we both dives into our own world feels natural. It feels, like
It should be - that we're together but not insecure enough to have to entertain each other all the time. And our lives move in parallel together.
It's hard to summarise the past three weeks even if I have all the time in he world. It has been far from perfect but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
As we cuddled, our body fits comfortably entangled, life feels complete for just a few minutes. Perhaps its from the delicious meal we just had or perhaps it's the beautiful music in the background but what I do know for sure is the fact that I have the love of my life at the moment in my hand. All my doubts about our relationship vanished.
It has been stressful dating a novice bisexual, and it's even more stressful having to be discrete and thread carefully as he not only comes to term with his own sexuality but also the relationship that we're in. However, I have to say I am incredibly proud of how he's taken everything and not only slowly become comfortable with his sexuality and our relationship but he's shown nothing but his commitment and unconditional love for me.
I know this relationship is not one that will go on forever as we both pursue our own life goals and we both call a separate continent home (NYC for him and Melbourne for me). A thought came into my head as we held hands walking through the National Gallery, that we'll probably both be pretty devastated when we both have to bid farewell, but as quickly as I entertained the thought, I let it slide because right now, this, having his hand in mine is what it matters.
I close my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. And I count myself very fortunate to be surrounded and deeply in love.