When someone like myself feels as deeply and expresses themselves with such conviction as I tend to do, it can be more often than not become an overwhelming experience for those close to me. Yet, I will continue to write with said conviction in hopes that whomever reads this may be moved and impacted for the positive as that is exactly my intention in my writings. Today is a day of celebration, much like many days as of late. Today, I am celebrating the two-year anniversary of mine and Brendan’s relationship. In the Spring of 2012, Brendan and I became the best of friends spending countless hours with one another. Our friendship grew in a bit of an unconventional way before we ever developed our relationship in person. Whilst I was living in Tokyo and Brendan was living in NYC and on board Disney Cruise Line, we became what I now define as modern day pen pal buddies via Facebook. With some mutual experiences and acquaintances and distance between us, it was easy for us to be completely uninhibited with our conversations with one another. It’s amazing how close you can grow a friendship when there is a “no preconceived policy” in place. After two years of on and off conversations, our lives flipping through different chapters separately, the opportunity arose for Brendan and I to actually meet in person in December 2011. Never did I know or fathom that when Brendan and I went to lunch for the first time in New York City that I would be sitting across from the single most important person in my life…for the rest of my life. Our “real life” friendships blossomed by re-discovering New York City with one another. We would choose a neighborhood ie. Financial District, SoHo, Tribeca etc. to walk around together and explore. We spent hours upon hours walking and talking…sharing more…opening up to one another and developing an even further love and appreciation for one another. My appreciation for Brendan was easily shifting into that of a doe-eyed puppy dog in love with his best friend, but his focus was on taking time for himself as a single man and rediscovering who he was. Come April, we decided that we should get an apartment with one another. We found a 2 bedroom 2 bathroom apartment, signed a lease together, bought furniture together, bought matching coffee mugs with our initials on them…basically everything and anything that I had dreamed a relationship with my boyfriend would be like…except Brendan wasn’t my boyfriend, and I had to accept that. After one month of living with one another…I don’t know if I was secretly working my magic on my best friend/man of my dreams, but something changed in the way he started looking at me, and one night our two bedroom apartment suddenly became one bedroom larger than we needed. My dream came true. Fast forward two years later. Brendan and I are packing up our apartment, selling our car, and moving back to NYC, after a year in LA, to pursue our dreams once again. We have endured more than a two year old relationship typically “should”, but we remain and are growing stronger as a family unit, because that is exactly what we are…A beautiful family of two. The balance Brendan and I provide for one another in our day to day lives is something truly marvelous. I am 100% bull-headed and Brendan is 100% tender-hearted. I am less than a “betty home-maker” and Brendan desires nothing more than to be in the kitchen cooking a newly found recipe for us. I am business minded and a self starter, Brendan is a focused task-oriented play by the rules guy. I am a white wine drinker, he prefers red. I keep my head very “large-picture” focused and he reminds me to live in the moment. I talk to much, he listens too well. The balance we share with one another is why we thrive, and our scales are constantly shifting. Luckily, my partner is someone who is never afraid to re-adjust and re-calibrate. Nearly two and a half years after we finally met and started walking together, my heart swells with joy that we still desire the same walks and conversations…only now…just a few inches closer. I was running from the possibility that someone could love me for exactly who I am. I’m great at running. But Brendan caught up to me…grabbed my hand, and showed me that I’m someone who is JUST that…someone worth loving. I love you my sweet man. Happy TWO-Year anniversary. YOU showed me it was possible to love and be loved JUST as much in return.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Jun 2014 02:17:14 +0000
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