When I Found My True Love
I let him go, and now we grow
The man I love is getting on a plane to explore the Everglades. I love him because of his never-ending sense of adventure. I love him because he’s spontaneous. I love that he loves himself enough to fulfill his desires.
I love seeing his blue jeans with the ticket stub laying on his thigh, as he showed me his flight details. I imagine his strong legs flex as he walks toward the gate and into a plane, miles above and away from me.
I love him as I’ve never loved him before. Love grows into a different shape as time passes, as relationships shift into new forms.
This man has been my friend for years. He’s been on many trips across the world since before I met him. He’s 16 years my senior and has done and seen many things I’ve yet to do and see. I trust he’ll gracefully navigate whatever comes his way on his journey. I love that I’m excited for his chance to explore, as traveling brings him such joy.
I love that I’m a wee bit nervous as he’s about to take off. It’s a feeling I’ve never had before. I’ve suddenly realized I’m invested in caring about his well-being at a deeper level. I appreciate my investment in another human who’s precious to my heart.
