Trey and I had a truly lovely afternoon together yesterday, which was greatly appreciated on both sides. It was much like old times, but different too, more honest in what where we are together. He was even able to tease me a bit about being so in love. Cute. I don't know exactly how things will work out between us, but I trust that it will be done with love and respect. We have every intention of keeping a lot of the good things that work between us in tact, including our garden and our air hockey games, and a few other things. It's good.
After my productive afternoon with Trey, I went back to Tory's, where I met up with him and his best friend Gina. She and I adore each other. It was our fourth time hanging out. The first time, it was just the two of us, and we totally bonded. The second was outside a house party, and a bit strange. The third time was glorious. She met Tory and the kids and I at a park downtown. I made strawberry shortcake, and she and the kids geeked out hardcore. It was so cute.
This last time she really got a taste of the magic that Tory and I share. We all enjoyed our time together, though it went on a bit longer than we were expecting. I think she just couldn't tear herself away from the goodness. I don't blame her. I sure can't. Don't want to either.
We had some great moments. We told stories and just loved being around each other. We got to sit in her car (which had the best speakers in the house) drinking wine, smoking cigarettes, listening to her band Spindle
's new EP, which was fantastic. Tory was in stocking feet and it started to rain, so I gave him a piggy back ride back to the house.
Once she left, Tory and I prepared the dinner I had planned for us, amidst his roommates, who were also cooking food, and drinking the way that young people drink, haha. That was all well and good, but I was happy to finally get him alone. We shared a great meal, cozied up in the cave, and shared one of our many intimate moments. There was a bit of sex, but there was so much more than that. The love we shared was so strong, it hurt a bit. Like, there's a kind of inherent sadness in it, it is so strong. I think it is the sadness of knowing that someday, somehow, it is going to end. Probably not for a long, long time, but holding something so beautiful so close is not without its cost. We are both all in, no matter what comes.
We woke the next morning totally in love, which is the new norm, and awesome. We went to the first Farmer's Market of the season, where I bought some collard greens from one of my favorite farmers. They were so beautiful, I carried them around like a bouquet of flowers, kissing them from time to time. For reals. Tory and I are about to eat them, as soon as I finish writing this.
On our way home from the market, Tory spied a ring on a ledge, just waiting for us. It has a tree on it, which is especially cool because the night before, Gina spontaneously loaned me a beautiful necklace with a tree motif. I had a strong feeling that Tory was going to give me a ring today. Magic.
When we got home from the market, we cozied up in the cave and had some really good sex. I haven't had an orgasm that made me scream in a long time. Tory was so pleased and amused, he couldn't even wait for me to stop coming before he laughed and laughed. Sex that involves laughter is so, so good. We are so good.
I made him lunch, then walked him to work, picking up a few ingredients for our meal tonight, then went home to cook and hang out with Trey. We had another good visit, though a bit shorter this time. He invited me to join him in a beer at our fantastic neighborhood brewery, which was celebrating its one year anniversary. I am so glad I went. He and I had some really great conversation, and I also got to see several near and dear friends and neighbors. There was a glow about the entire day. My life is glowing right now. I love it.
I think that is the gist of it. A few more things happened, but I grow impatient with writing, knowing that Tory is patiently waiting for me. He loves that I am cataloguing our days. These are days. I want to remember every detail, even when I am old, hopefully still hopelessly in love with him.