It was a perfect Sunday afternoon, lunch was finished, a great yoga practice in the morning and we were curled up on the bed with tea, looking out the windows at the city.
It sounds like the beginning of a novel that I would love to read, but it’s actually how I spent my Sunday. We talked about everything, him and I, past relationships, plans for the future, just stuff and stories. When he asked, “why am I different?”
I knew what he meant, I knew he was curious about why me, with a history of bailing on any guy who even looked like he might love me, would sit on the bed and talk about a future with him.
It’s not something I can really articulate, it’s a level of comfort that is there even since we first met, it’s an absolute trust in him, it’s a similar drive and approach to life, it’s love. It’s all of those things and more.
He understood and we watched the sky turn pink as the sun set.
It really was a perfect Sunday afternoon.
Wow that was odd. I just wrote an really long comment but after
I clicked submit my comment didn’t appear. Grrrr… well I’m not
writing all that over again. Anyway, just wanted to say
wonderful blog!
Thank you!