Underground Thoughts

–Uptown 6 Train–
Wanting to escape for some one-on-one time Darren and I headed to a B&B in Williamsburg MA for 4th of July weekend. The house overlooked acres of lightly forested hillis. The host Carrol was delightful.

The town had a lot of history, veggie eating options and small locally owned shops. But what was surprising to me was how gay friendly the community was. Being a small farm town I expected it to be a little hostile but it was quit the opposite. Multiple churches had small rainbow flags outside of them. We found out the mayor was gay. And people didn’t even look twice when we held hands. Yet it still had a small town country feel.

It was extremely comforting to know that when I’m ready to leave the chaos if the big city someday that there will be safe places to move my family.

Sunday June 28th I woke up with a fever body aches and sore throat. I was bummed ad it meant I would miss walking with the NYC council in the NYC pride parade and all of the days festivities.

That week Darren and I had exchanged a few emails and texts admitting to each other that we were only missing each other more not less as the weeks went by (It had been about 6 weeks since the breakup.) I still saw no real potential for getting back together but I couldn’t help myself from yearning for the possibility.

Darren texted my Sunday morning asking if I was going to the parade. I informed him I was staying home sick.  Around 1pm my buzzer rang. When I heard his voice on the other end I was overwhelmed with emotion. When I opened the door we just stood for a second looking at each other. It was surreal, I hadn’t seen him in a month and a half and being that I moved right after the breakup it was weird having him standing at my new Williamsburg apartment.  “I brought you food.” he said as he held up the Whole food bag he was carrying. We embraced and held each other for a long time. We were both shaking and close to tears. “It pride, I didn’t want you to be alone.” He said, partly choked up.

He ended up staying the entire day. And to the disappointment of his friends canceled his planned pride festivities. We talked a few times cried as we sorted out the issues that had lead to the breakup. Both of us admitted that being our first major relationship we had taken a lot for granted.  We were afraid of rushing back into things, but I didn’t care.  So I asked him if we could be official again.

He then took me to a great French restaurant that sits in a small stone building under the J Train. Overall it was one of the best days of my life. And these last two weeks since being back together have been amazing. (The photo is from dinner.)

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