Sharing coffee in the quiet dawn, dinner in the tired evening, and a brief phone call at lunch. Cooking on Monday nights, eating out on Fridays, and visiting museums or Mike and Scott’s on the weekends. Not going out to bars much anymore — and not missing it. Planning for big trips, most of which we never take, and talking about larger houses, most of which we can’t afford. Watching him undress after he’s come home from the gym all sweaty and smiling. Looking at his photography and listening to him play the piano. Struggling to find something we both like at the video store.
It’s not the life I imagined as a child, but in many ways, it’s better; and largely because I’ve got him.