On way back to Washington, at Heathrow, got to stop drinking in the lounges, I’ll sleep on way back. I awoke in the middle of the night, Chris naked sleeping next to me. I came to the bar last night to see him at work. I, of course, got into trouble for flirting with one of the other bartenders. “Chris, he’s 21 and straight!” was the lecture I got, its all relative. This morning though we had a frank talk.
The reality, his visa will expire in June and he’s likely screwed. His apartment situation isn’t much better. I proposed to get a temporary flat and live together. I told him how I felt about him. One day at a time. In a couple of months we would figure out what relationship we had and go from there. I also told him I’d likely fall in love with him. He gets his US residency permit by the end of the year.
He, for the first time, opened up about his emotions towards me. At 23, he’s not sure about himself much less someone else, but wants to figure out what we have. He’s most keen that no matter, we remain friends. But, yes, he would like to figure things out.
He hates meeting in the various hotel rooms, it cheapens the experience. Living together is a major step, even with the short time we’ve known each other, its strangely comfortable. He wants to care for me, cook, clean, and do what he does to show his commitment. He can’t do that with our fly in relationship.
It worried him that I could be his true love and he didn’t want to miss it but things are moving very fast and we both have so many issues, but he’s strangely not worried, he trusts me. He’s amazed how I deal with my own life questions, work and him with seeming ease. Life tends to answer most questions given time.
There at Embankment station, a soft kiss and I disappear into the Tube for the airport. The fond memory of his soft brown eyes starring into mine.
Just when you thought it was over, a new story starts.