heart, meet sleeve
blogging is often a game of coquetterie, where the writer flashes a little leg and lets the reader play the seductive game of reading between the lines. i do it just as well as the next blogger, i fully admit.
the thing is, none of that today. i’m in love. i’m in love with the most beautiful man i’ve ever met, and i have no cute or coy way to say it. i met him a week ago. i’ve spent every night with him since. we’ve stayed up late, whispering secrets and telling stories. he pulls me to him on the subway platform and kisses me with promise and purpose and my knees turn to water. he tells me the truth and listens to my truths, and this week has been spent wandering around new york, arm in arm, an island of two.
i love him for so many reasons, they’d sound like a resume if you heard them. but most of all, because i’ve finally found the man i can be fearlessly open with, the man i can pour myself into. i have finally given my heart to someone and had them recieve it with joy and care.
and he lives in england. and he’s moving here. and there will be days and weeks and months of details and questions and job searches and visas and phone calls and longing and laughter down the phone lines – and i hope you can all be there for the ride. and i hope you have ideas and advice. because we’re doing this. one way or another.
so whether you believe in true love, this quickly, is not a matter we need to discuss. i don’t know if i did either. but then i met him. and he kissed me. and i held his hand and i hold his heart. he’s what i’ve always been looking for and never knew existed …
and he loves me.

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