Six months ago this week, i met someone. A special man, ever-so-slightly taller than me, with pale green eyes and a subtle little smile. He was so easy to talk to, he made me laugh and he seemed interested in every boring story i had to tell. He had stories too, and he answered every question i asked. Our afternoon-tea date turned into dinner, and we barely noticed. I thought he was so lovely and friendly, but to be honest, i wasn't sure if i was really ready for a relationship, and i wasn't even certain there had been any physical chemistry. But i did enjoy spending time with him, and i could do worse than a friend with local knowledge who could make me laugh. So when he invited me out again for New Years' Eve a few days later, i thought "why not?" Up till that point, my New Years plans involved playing Minecraft and going to bed early, and while i would've still enjoyed doing that, i thought that getting out of the house was probably good too.
New Years was a hoot! We watched a cool cover band at one of his local pubs and laughed at the really drunk people early in the evening. And at midnight, he kissed me. Such an amazing kiss. And suddenly i wondered if we could be more than friends.
So it's been six months since then. Six months of adventures in the city and outside of it. Six months of photography and appreciation of his local area. Six months of lazy days wandering in the sunshine and evenings at the Barrel and the Club. Six months of seeing shows, meeting friends and browsing markets. Six months of sleep-ins and morning coffees and sharing our favourite You Tube videos. Six months of spending every single weekend together and talking, talking, talking.
I love you Gav, and i can't wait to see what our next six months brings.
