My other love.
My boy friend.
No matter what I call him. Nothing seems to capture all of how he makes me feel. I wrote months ago about how it’s easy for people to call what we were going through as NRE (or new relationship energy) – but it didn’t feel that way. Nearly six months later, and that feeling has not changed. I feel our energy not waning but growing. As we giggle our asses off at each other during a kink scene – feeding each other energy that just takes things higher and higher. Instead of settling into a routine where it risks much of the same.
And the way I feel about him is doing the same.
He is truly my other love.
Had I not learned so much about energy during my tantra classes last year, I would not understand some of the connections we have. I would not understand the buzzing I feel when I touch him and him me after a scene. I would not understand why we seem to know when we each are feeling things that require the other. We seem to have a connection I have only found with few others.
And it’s amazing.
He came to dinner last night – dinner with the kids – dinner and a zombie movie. He walked in – the kids said hello – displayed their craziness as I expected – and we had a good night. He and I were curled up together on the couch. DJ was sitting next to me while Indigo sat in a chair. And we laughed, made snarky comments, and just enjoyed the night. A relaxing “family night” if you will. And it felt so incredibly right. Hell, the kids just accepted them as he belonged – and acted accordingly. No best behavior here.
Funny how life goes.
I would not change it. For to change it would be to miss the opportunity to connect with a man who has brought so much into my life. Things I didn’t realize I needed. But things I would not trade for anything.
I am truly blessed…..