Our Wonderful Weekend

J,

We did a lot and also simultaneously did nothing. Neither of us could stop smiling, so obviously it was the best.

Let’s start with Friday night. I was downtown already and waiting for you to get off work. I bought some groceries and we made dinner together. I love cooking with you so much. We just work so well together, always supporting and helping each other in all we do. You set up the pans while I do some chopping and then you do some seasoning while I work on a sauce, it all just flows so naturally. It always has for us. So, we ate dinner together and cuddled on the couch while watching some TV.

Then it was time for your stream of Kingdom Hearts – Birth by Sleep, which I watched while cleaning up from dinner. You felt bad, which I knew you would. You feel like you’re ignoring me or not giving me the attention that you should but honestly I don’t mind one bit. I love supporting your dreams and I know this is one of them. I want to do all I can to help you thrive as a streamer and in whatever you wish to do, always. After your stream, we cuddled in bed and watched some more shows. A nice slow ending to the day until we both drifted off to sleep.

Saturday we set the alarm early and we were awake early but we ended up just talking and cuddling until around 10:30. You had mentioned something that I loved… We were just holding each other in bed with the morning sun shining through the window and you told me to imagine that it was a tiny window in our RV. We share a dream to RV across the country and I know we will one day. It will be amazing.

When we finally dragged ourselves from the bed, we went to brunch at School Restaurant. School is #8 on the Toronto Top 50 Brunch Spots by BlogTO and one of our 2019 goals is to go to those first 10. You got the Black and Blue pancakes and a Caesar, I got the Synonym French Toast with bacon and a Juicy Lunch Lady (mimosa) with blood orange juice. School was playing all of my favourite songs from like middle and high school. I couldn’t help but sing and dance. You were amazed at how I knew so many songs. We walked around Liberty Village and made a stop at bulk barn for some snackies, then we headed back to your place for more of our snugglefest.

Before we left for dinner, you made me laugh until my drink came out my nose again. It had been a while, I was overdue. It’s always the smallest thing that gets me too. Anyway, we had dinner at Elephant and Castle and I got the most amazing hot dog I’ve ever had in my life, the Slum Dog. *melts* You got the Caesar wrap and told me a story about how you once ordered it with a side of a Caesar salad and didn’t realize your mistake until it landed on the table in front of you. We then walked over to Sweet Jesus and both got S’mores Hot Chocolates. They were so insanely good, I love burnt marshmallows.

Back at your place we cuddled more in bed. We laughed and joked and talked forever, like always. There was so much love in the room. We were both overflowing, we always are. We decided that we are both just so full of love that we overflow into each other but that just means that we are overflowing into each other and that means we are just still always overflowing! Too much love, you say. I say, it’s never enough.

Love, Your best friend, C.

I Love…

J,

I love the sound of your laugh. 
I love all of the silly, goofy faces you make. 
I love our inside jokes.
I love when we have our giggle fits.
I love the way you look at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. 
I love the little dance you do when you get excited. 
I love that you’ve memorized all the songs to your favourite animes. 
I love sharing everything with you, from books to dreams. 
I love that you like to cook and that we can do that together. 
I hate doing the dishes after, but I love doing them with you. 
I love your drive and your ambition. 
I love that you are a perfectionist. 
I love that you purr and growl when we cuddle. 
I love our amazing full body hugs. 
I love when we are out in the world and I drift just a tad too far from you so you pull me in close. 
I love going on walks with you. 
I love our great talks over breakfast, or any meal. 
I love the trust we have for each other and that we had it from the start. 
I love our ability to talk about anything and everything. 
I love our shared dreams. 
I love our love of adventure. 
I love our plans to travel together. 
I love taking baths together. 
I love our naps and falling asleep on your chest. 
I love the way I fit in your arms, perfectly tucked beneath your shoulder. 
I love kissing you all over and getting your kisses in return. 
I love exploring the city with you. 
I love celebrating with you, holidays or just our milestones. 
I love playing games with you, any type of game. 
I love just laying in bed with you silently, sometimes we don’t need words. 
I love the support we give each other. 
I love the way you smell, it’s intoxicating. 
I love how crazy we are, about each other and also just literally crazy. 
I love having an entire couch and only taking up the tiniest bit of it because we are cuddling so closely. 
I love doing nothing but snacking and binging TV shows all day in our pajamas. 
I love wrapping my legs around you when you pick me up. 
I love when you hug me from behind. 
I love how close is never close enough. 
I love how my chest feels like it is going to burst when we kiss. 
I love how my anxiety and stresses melt away when we are together. 
I love being the first thing you open your eyes to on the weekends. 
I love the sweet, gentle kisses you give me on the forehead. 
I love the drive you instill in me to be the best that I can be. 
I love the way that your thumb caresses mine when we are holding hands. 
I love kissing you on street corners while waiting for the crosswalk to signal. 
I love when you introduce me to things that we can enjoy together. 
I love introducing you to new things that I enjoy. 
I love imagining all the great times we will have together. 
I love remembering all the amazing times we have already had. 
I love sharing music with you. 
I love screaming together because we are both just so happy. 
I love listening to you tell me stories about your past because without them we wouldn’t be here. 
I love being in love with you.

Most of all, I love the way you love me.

Love, Your best friend, C.

Cuddle Day #1

J,

Yesterday was the beeeeeeest.

I love our cuddly days. All we did was leave in the morning to grab some Timmies and then it was all cuddles, all day. Morning bed snuggles, anime couch cuddles, and then back to bed for movie cuddles. We watched The Big Lebowski, one of your favourites, and it was great even though I ended up with more questions than answers by the end of it haha.

We made chicken souvlaki for dinner which was SO GOOD. Not to mention we both just love cooking together. It makes the time and process fly by. We always laugh like crazy no matter what we are doing. I just love doing everything with you. We share the same type of humour and we both are insane. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The night ended with us just telling stories to each other about our past and things that we have done. I love listening to your stories and learning about you, which is why I asked you to tell me them. I just got to sit there in your arms looking up at you while you spoke.

I want to know them all. All of your past stories so that I can know how you became the loving, kind, determined, and amazing man that I am lucky to have in my life. I want to nurture your dreams and I want to pick you up and brush you off should you ever fall. I want to be there for all of it and I want to know every detail of what I missed.

Love, Your best friend, C.

Catching Up

J,

I worry. It’s what I do best, you and I both know this. And, I’m really worried that we are going to forget all of these amazing memories we’re making together. I want this blog to serve as documentation of our story, our ridiculous, grossly cute story.

I’m starting this already 5 months in and a lot has happened already. I’m going to try to get caught up here but I’m sure I’ll miss some stuff. You know how forgetful I can be. I’ll probably edit this post a million times as I remember everything.

This story begins like a lot, if not most, in our generation do, online. A message on a dating site. I’m sure you never thought that message would lead to all of this. That message led to texts, the texts led to voice chats, the voice chats led to video chats, and the video chats led to dates. Even though it took me 30 minutes just to say “hello” to you over voice chat that first time, I’d say it was worth the wait. You were always so patient with my shyness. You’re one of the most understanding and kind people I know.

Our first date is probably one of the things I remember most vividly. I remember being so nervous all day and panicking because I couldn’t find the perfect dress to wear. Eventually I found it, in the last place I was going to look for it. Talking all day, I only kept getting more nervous. It felt like a big moment. Walking through the mall, my knees were shaking. I swear I could have thrown up. And then, peeking around the corner of the hall, you spotted me. I walked up to you and so it all began. We talked through the nerves and then there was that hug. The one that took both of our breath away. That hug led to a kiss with your arm wrapped around me. Dinner couldn’t pry us apart. We sat on the same side of the table outside the restaurant, nuzzled together before heading over to see The Nun since we both love horror movies. Let’s be honest though, we hardly watched that movie. We were too busy kissing up a storm, haha. I didn’t want to let you go home that night and I still never want to leave your side. In your arms is where I’m meant to be.

Okay, the big boy is out of the way and now it’s time to cover ALL THE REST. There’s so many to cover, it’s hard to know where to start. We have eaten all over town, breakfast places for days and grand openings like Storm Crow Manor. We even have our own middle of nowhere spot, Tatlows, with Mama Tat judging us on our eggs benedict choices. Everything from Mexican to burgers, Brazilian to Japanese. We have flown to Niagara-on-the-Lake for wine tours and lunch (where I almost threw up from motion sickness), we went antiquing up north, we explored your hometown and also Casa Loma, Kensington Market, and St. Lawrence Market. I made a fool of myself on DDR at the Rec Room but it was still a blast. We went to the Aurora Festival at Ontario Place and rode the ferris wheel cuddled up together. Then, the next weekend we went to the Distillery District for the Christmas Market and we got giggly over some cider at the Mill Street Brewery. We had many days in the “cave” as your kitchen renovations were happening and, honestly, they were the best. I could cuddle with you forever. This past Saturday we did Hibachi followed by a Marlies game and then last second decided to make it a hockey double header by going to a Leafs/Bruins game before heading home for cuddles (Marlies lost, Bruins won and I need to find a better hibachi place to take you). I know I’m missing a ton but there’s just so much!

We have spoken everyday since that first message. We keep finding ways that we connect, things we have in common. We laugh like crazy, sometimes until my drink comes out of my nose or I can’t breath or I literally fall on the ground. We spend hour long car rides with the radio turned off so that we can talk. We share our secrets and dreams as well as our fears. I never imagined I would feel close enough to someone to reveal so much about myself. You know me better than anyone and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Our story isn’t a fairy tale but it’s ours and I love it. Almost as much as I love you.

Love, Your best friend, C.

I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more. — Franz Kafka

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