Winter is here. My relationship with the man I fell in love with is returning to its previous form of expression. My friend, as he said he would, saw me through the holiday. Because, let’s face it, being alone through the holidays just plain sucks.
I am grateful for his company and for his acceptance of my love. I am grateful for the freedom to love him in the way that I wished, uncensored and unrestrained. I am grateful for the opportunity to learn about myself and my desires and my needs, to learn about my boundaries and how to respect them and how to express the various people who share this body.
I have learned a great deal through this experience. I have loved him with everything I am and (for maybe the first time in my life) I did not lose sight of who I am but rather gained a better understanding of how I function
I shed a few tears when the holiday was over. I was sad. But I am not afraid, and I am not grieving in the way that I expected to. There is a space inside that feels like a flower opening and making an empty space for the sadness to exist but it is not painful, it just aches a little because I will miss the intimacy and warmth that we shared.
I will continue to love him and our friendship will continue as before, although our connection is stronger than it was, and I am grateful for that too.
I am surprised to find that I am hopeful. That I am capable of loving someone and of letting go when the time comes. I can love someone and not sacrifice everything that is truly important to me. I can be stronger having loved someone.
I will not be alone, I have other lovers and friends with whom to continue this adventure and I will. But for my friend and the gift of these past seven months, I give thanks.