...and today is the day she broke up with me. I met a woman, and for the first time in over 15 years loving felt effortless. Not just chemistry, not just comraderie, not just mutual fantasy. I fell in love.
It was only our third date this Sunday. She and I weren’t intending to try to make a deep connection. She isn’t ready for one. She’s about two weeks sober, and she’s doing the very courageous work of recovery. But despite ourselves, that’s what was manifesting between us...
So today as she was breaking up with me in the most respectful and clean way I’ve ever been broken up with, I fell in love.
I told her I will send her roses in 6 months. No matter where she is at, no matter where I am at.
I can’t help but hope in this moment that someday she’ll be my beloved slave, but even if I never hold her again I’m so glad I got to at all.
