Lucky that I love a foreign land for the lucky fact of your existence…
I’ll be getting my Valentine’s Day present somewhat late this year. Not that I mind, since it’ll be the first v-day present I’ve gotten since 1999. And it’s a doozy.
I get my boyfriend. For two weeks.
just isn’t quite adequate, but it’ll have to do. I was with Tom when he booked his ticket, and also, slightly later, when it hit us. He’s going to BE HERE! AAAAA!
I’m going to hear that wonderful, soft, voice like a big warm duvet, that I’ve been craving every day until I get my fix at night. But it’ll be whispered directly into my ear, with a warm breath and prickle of stubble on my face to go with it. I’ll have a man to hold in my arms to go with the big teddy bear he sent me. I won’t hold his sweater to my face to savour his scent - I’ll have him.
I won’t have to say “Kiss you.” I’ll just kiss him.
Oh, my goddess.
I get him for two weeks. During which time I have to go to school - grr - for a week. I even have a midterm. :smack: But then I have nine days of spring break, to show my lover the city I love almost as much as him. And where I hope we’ll spend our lives together.
Gods and goddesses, Tom, you will really be here. I get to make dinner for you. I get to buy metro tickets for you. I get to translate French for you. I get to give you gifts. I get to hold you. I get to make love to you.
I get to see those eyes, stroke that hair, hold those hands.
You are my darling and my dear and the light of my life and the treasure of my heart. I blew all my good karma on you, love.
(And let me say, folks, that I bless and give thanks for the thread that made me e-mail him, and for the board that brought us together. If I’m not mistaken, we’ll be the first gay boys to do the Doper-matchmaking thang. And we’re already more disgustingly cute than all the other Doper couples put together. 'Strue. Watch us.)
The Lady and the Lord keep you safe as you fly. Only 30 days, angel. 30 days until you come through that door at Dorval.
(He’s changing planes in Paris, even. Just to be extra romantic, I’m sure.)
You’re the best Valentine’s Day gift a boy could ever hope to get. I love you, sunflower.
your boy who loves you,
matt