One year
A year ago today I rushed home thirty minutes early from work. I'd been driving my co-workers crazy with my preparations for this weekend. I'm sure they were glad to see me gone just a little sooner so they wouldn't have to listen to how the dinner menu had changed for the fiftieth time.
I had tossed lackland out of the house for the weekend. I'd spent all week cleaning up and I didn't want to clean up after him during the next two days. He'd be back on Sunday, there was no help for that, but it'd be late Sunday.
There were tons of fears in my mind that afternoon. Fear that he wouldn't show up. Fear that he wouldn't like me. Fear that he wouldn't ever want to see me again.
We'd been talking online and more recently on the phone for a couple months now. But I was used to and terrified of rejection, even more so from a friend.
When he arrived I gladly opened the door ... something he has repeatedly thanked me for over the past year. See, he'd had his own fears.
I welcomed him into my house. We hugged, so glad to finally see each other after so much conversation about it. He'd brought treats for the Nox Puppy and chocolate for me. We headed to the grocery store to pick up some last minute things. Once home we prepared dinner. Rather, he fixed dinner while I put the finishing touches on the cake, fresh strawberries on chocolate icing that covered a strawberry cake.
There was no awkward phase. We fell seamlessly into conversation and comfortability around each other. We worked with each other as if we'd done it for years. During dinner the talk and the silence were relaxed and happy.
I welcomed a man into my house that was starving and gave him a banquet. He longed for conversation and friendship. Just as I did. He was so surprised that I would be willing to allow him sit close to me while we watched a movie and even more surprised when I moved to cuddle closer. I needed to be held just as much as he did. We'd both been without the simplest types of friendship and affection for so long that it ached. And we were like perfect puzzle pieces. Within the bounds of friendship we were everything to each other.
A year later I wake up in his arms daily. Our relationship has changed and deepened. We are each other's best friends, partners, and now lovers. A year ago we spent the weekend talking and building the foundation for a long lasting friendship. This year we spend the weekend talking and building the foundation of a loving and long lived life together.
Had I known a year ago that I was about to open the door to my best friend I would have had the door open before he even pulled in the driveway.
I love you apisanthrop. I'm very glad we are teammates in this life we are creating, even with all we've gone through to get here.
Edit: We each write our memories, hit post, and pull up friend's page to see what the other has written. I found his sweet words here.
I had tossed lackland out of the house for the weekend. I'd spent all week cleaning up and I didn't want to clean up after him during the next two days. He'd be back on Sunday, there was no help for that, but it'd be late Sunday.
There were tons of fears in my mind that afternoon. Fear that he wouldn't show up. Fear that he wouldn't like me. Fear that he wouldn't ever want to see me again.
We'd been talking online and more recently on the phone for a couple months now. But I was used to and terrified of rejection, even more so from a friend.
When he arrived I gladly opened the door ... something he has repeatedly thanked me for over the past year. See, he'd had his own fears.
I welcomed him into my house. We hugged, so glad to finally see each other after so much conversation about it. He'd brought treats for the Nox Puppy and chocolate for me. We headed to the grocery store to pick up some last minute things. Once home we prepared dinner. Rather, he fixed dinner while I put the finishing touches on the cake, fresh strawberries on chocolate icing that covered a strawberry cake.
There was no awkward phase. We fell seamlessly into conversation and comfortability around each other. We worked with each other as if we'd done it for years. During dinner the talk and the silence were relaxed and happy.
I welcomed a man into my house that was starving and gave him a banquet. He longed for conversation and friendship. Just as I did. He was so surprised that I would be willing to allow him sit close to me while we watched a movie and even more surprised when I moved to cuddle closer. I needed to be held just as much as he did. We'd both been without the simplest types of friendship and affection for so long that it ached. And we were like perfect puzzle pieces. Within the bounds of friendship we were everything to each other.
A year later I wake up in his arms daily. Our relationship has changed and deepened. We are each other's best friends, partners, and now lovers. A year ago we spent the weekend talking and building the foundation for a long lasting friendship. This year we spend the weekend talking and building the foundation of a loving and long lived life together.
Had I known a year ago that I was about to open the door to my best friend I would have had the door open before he even pulled in the driveway.
I love you apisanthrop. I'm very glad we are teammates in this life we are creating, even with all we've gone through to get here.
Edit: We each write our memories, hit post, and pull up friend's page to see what the other has written. I found his sweet words here.