I’m starting to like this routine, his and mine. Meeting up after work, food and beers and talking about our days. Friends and laughing and fires and shows, “making love” because other things sound weird but so does that, The Office or Pokemon or Arrested Development because he doesn’t like anything that I do but it’s cute in it’s own way. Snuggling for hours and then fitting perfectly next to him, better than anyone in the past. A back massage in the morning, coffee and a cigarette on the back porch around noon, listening to the birds and staring at the clouds. Then a long, nice hug that always ends too soon. I say “Bye” and he says “See ya soon” which is so much better because it means there will be a next time.
He held my hand yesterday.