I love you, deux
Today was the first time I brought Thomas to an event as my plus-one, it was great.
Better than great, he made sure I balanced in my heels walking from the uneven ground carpark to the venue and he was all sorts of charismatic with the people I said hi too.
I went about my business and he was always there with me and it was great. I love him for standing next to me while I did what I had to do. I love him for holding me when I had a little too much to drink on a weekend afternoon, woot!), and being all sorts of friendly with my friends. I love him :) I love him so much I am smiling writing this, light headed but all too conscious to recognize that this is love.
We are still undefined but when I couldn't answer the executive chef if Thomas was my boyfriend or husband, he stood up to the chef to tell him that he is my boyfriend. I'm not happy because he identified himself as my boyfriend, I am happy because for once, FOR ONCE, someone bothered to stand up for me, to get me out of this awkward situation.
I had been handling such awkward situations for more than a year and though I hate it, I handle it well. Nobody bothered about how I felt - was I hurt from their innocent question? Was I hurt from men's non-replies? Was I hurt behind my PR-smiles? Nobody bothered.
For once, someone appeared from my side to say "Yes, I am her boyfriend. I am Thomas, nice to meet you." While rubbing my back while I was smiling awkwardly.
I am so grateful that he did this for me. He didn't have to and I won't overthink this because it was a great gesture. I'm just thankful he did this for me and I love him. I love him so much for doing this for me.
Better than great, he made sure I balanced in my heels walking from the uneven ground carpark to the venue and he was all sorts of charismatic with the people I said hi too.
I went about my business and he was always there with me and it was great. I love him for standing next to me while I did what I had to do. I love him for holding me when I had a little too much to drink on a weekend afternoon, woot!), and being all sorts of friendly with my friends. I love him :) I love him so much I am smiling writing this, light headed but all too conscious to recognize that this is love.
We are still undefined but when I couldn't answer the executive chef if Thomas was my boyfriend or husband, he stood up to the chef to tell him that he is my boyfriend. I'm not happy because he identified himself as my boyfriend, I am happy because for once, FOR ONCE, someone bothered to stand up for me, to get me out of this awkward situation.
I had been handling such awkward situations for more than a year and though I hate it, I handle it well. Nobody bothered about how I felt - was I hurt from their innocent question? Was I hurt from men's non-replies? Was I hurt behind my PR-smiles? Nobody bothered.
For once, someone appeared from my side to say "Yes, I am her boyfriend. I am Thomas, nice to meet you." While rubbing my back while I was smiling awkwardly.
I am so grateful that he did this for me. He didn't have to and I won't overthink this because it was a great gesture. I'm just thankful he did this for me and I love him. I love him so much for doing this for me.