I’m going to start with all of this by saying: Love to me is like water. The water from the ocean is so large and so powerful that it could kill you in a few seconds. However, water is the life source for every living thing on earth and we cannot survive without it. After a long day outdoors, nothing tastes better than a cold glass of water. How can one thing be so necessary and so terrifying? That is how I’ve felt about love. And I jumped in anyways.
I will make this one as short and as sweet as I can: I’m introducing you all to Bradley, my boyfriend.
I’ve had a boyfriend for many months and I hardly talk about him. If I talk about him, that means he’s real and that means he could wake up from the dream we’re having. If this is all a dream, I do not want to wake up.
I’m not sure who will even read this blog post, but I felt it was necessary to dedicate an entire post for him. I want to share our story on my platform because as the days go by, the inevitable blending of our lives is increasingly apparent. I can’t and I don’t want to separate my life from his. I want to integrate the two.
Rewind to April 2019: I was in graduate school at the time and I needed to study at 8pm on Easter Sunday, but my wifi was being slow. What coffee shop is open that late on a holiday? None. But, bars are open & that’s how I landed at Prost on 8th street in downtown Boise.
I sat at the table and ordered a drink before I sheepishly asked the waiter for the wifi password and asked if it was okay if I studied in there. He was so nice and said it wasn’t a problem. I put on my huge over-the-ear-don’t-bother-me headphones, opened my laptop, and began working.
It wasn’t long before this said bartender was sat down at the table, directly across from me, waiting for me to remove my headphones so we could engage in conversation. I legitimately was there to work, but looks like the waiter had other plans…
I think you can put two and two together by now: the waiter was Brad. He asked me out that day. Long, sad, story short: I wasn’t ready when he asked me. I’ll spare the tragic details.
I could write thousands of words about all the cool, odd (and in my opinion, non coincidental) little stories we had over the next few months accidentally bumping into one another as we were “friends,” but I’ll save those for my journal. I knew I had let a good one slip by.
February 2020 led us to reconnect on the same wavelength in a time when we were both ready and we’ve been unlocking each level of the other ever since. I have not made it easy on this man. I’ve been closed off and had difficulty trusting him, but he’s one of the best men I’ve ever met.
I typed out so many wonderful things about him just now, but I’m proud of the information intimacy we’ve maintained in our journey. No offense, but I don’t want to let who ever is reading this in on the incredible details of this man. What I will tell you is that he is mine and he’s here to stay.
I don’t know who’s reading this, and he probably won’t see it, but I couldn’t continue and act as if he was not one of the most important pieces in my life.
He is the calm and I am the storm. He is PBR and I am a glass of rosé. He is the tall, gingery Irish/German “skaterboi” from California. I am a short, Latina who had the matching gel pens and binder dividers in school. Serendipitous. He is my perfect opposite and exactly what I never knew I needed and he feels the same.
That’s all for now. If you want to know more, just ask. If not, my journal and God will hear the rest. I’ll leave you with this: you need water. Let it in.