How It All Began

The First Day of the Rest of Our Lives...

That was such a great day, so good to see him looking so well and happy to see me. The rest of the day seem to go by in some sort of slow motion blur, he really seemed to need to talk to someone, someone that hadn't been there. I was starving to hear all about what was there and now back here with me. Hours were passed laying quietly holding tightly to each other, as if something could take the moment back and tear us away from each other again.

The realization for each of us that the other person meant something really important came in each their own ways. I'm sure he has his own story, certainly quite different, though I'm also sure it's beautifully complementary to this one of mine. We definitely "started" something that weekend, a shift in the way we looked at the us who had been friends for so long and now had the glimmer to be the Us of a different sort. For me personally it was to be quite a hike as I worried, over analyzed and generally had to get hit over the head with a big stick before figuring anything out. That is, until Saturday July 24th...