Someone recently asked me if I've ever been in love.
"Twice," I responded.
I lied.
It had been three times, but I don't like talking or even thinking, about the second time.
[sitting down to write this, I realize I still can't talk about it.]
Coming back to this weeks later, I've decided that that second time doesn't count. I was manipulated, and I can't say much else. I don't want to anyway.
I am only coming back to this post to talk about my most recent journey towards love. I've always been the one to say it first, and recently, it's been refreshing to hear my partner say it to me. I was relieved, I had wanted to say it for a while, but was afraid it was too soon, I didn't want to scare them off. Hell, I was a little scared myself of how fast I had fallen for them, but it sure felt amazing. I'm a hopeless romantic, and also a hopeless Romantic. Maybe I'm just in love with being in love, but either way, I'm happy with my person. They are the kindest, most attentive, most intelligent, and most beautiful person I know (in real life).
I'm in love, and all I know is that my partner is the perfect person for me to have in my life, at least at this point in our lives. Only time will tell if it's meant to be longer. I'm so happy to finally be in a loving queer relationship. I never realized how much I was missing out on.
Queer love is a beautiful thing, and I love having someone who can appreciate me as both a non-binary person and a woman. Their gender is the same as mine, only male aligned. For the last year or so I've been dreaming of finding my dream person, who was bi or pan, and non-binary in the same way that I am. I'm so lucky to have found them. The only downside to this is that they live 3 hours away, but when I go to my hometown on weekends, they're much closer. It's hard being in an LDR, but I've found that it makes those in-person dates even more worth it. So glad I found the demiboy to match my demigirl.
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