but instead I stayed.
If she hadn’t come out to me, I would’ve left.
Not so much if you know the why.
7 months of dating, cohabitating and…
we’re still getting to know each other but a little something is missing…nothing I can articulate or am losing sleep over but there’s a faint yellow light blipping on my radar.
10 happy coupled months have passed but something’s up. It’s like we were rambling through this curious and enchanting forest, noticing randomly fascinating, new and endearingly odd things about each other and then- bam. I hit an unexpected beige wall.
Why the boring, all of a sudden? I know there’s way more to him than what he’s presenting these days. It’s as though his brain is on auto-pilot and a certain spark is missing. It’s a vague-ish subject to broach but I try…
Me: Um, are you not bored these days? Because I am. And frustrated.
Him: I wish I had time to be bored. He does have a crazybusy schedule. Maybe he’s just over his lack of him-time?
Me: It doesn’t feel like we’re in a weird, stagnant place?
Him: Well, we are because we both want to move. Okay, I didn’t mean it so literally. And you’re not making enough art. If you made more art, you’d be happier.
Hmm…if this is his way of deflecting, it’s working. But he’s being sincere and he speaks the truth so…I put the focus on myself and draw some damn unicorns with exploding goiters.
15 months, we’ve decided Tokyo is our destination city and we’ve got 11 months to get our shit together.
As I ponder an us, looking towards the future, this bit happens:
Him: When I can completely share everything with you, then I’ll know I can really commit to you.
Me: Oh. Ouch. We’re about to move 7,000+ miles away and maybe at some arbitrary point you’ll know you can commit? We don’t even have the same definition of commit, do we? Oh fuckfuckfuck.
And now I feel like a fool.
I trust him enough to trust him with everything; at the same time, there’s nothing more I can do/be for him to trust me.
So I start to retreat; clearly I had mistaken the us in the future.
At 18 months he comes out to me.
Thank. Fucking. God.
This is everything?
Now maybe we can try to have a relationship.