Prefacing note: every time I write “he”, I’m referring to my boyfriend. His name is Zach.
Writing this blog entry is important to me because it’s the first of many that I’ll write in love, and love usually keeps me very inspired. I’m not sure who I might hurt by writing this, but at this point it doesn’t really matter, and authenticity is paramount.
This past weekend I flew back to SF with one objective in mind: spend quality time with my boyfriend. Yes, my boyfriend. I HAVE A BOYFRIEND. Weird. I know.
For anyone who knows me, that’s a tough sentence to swallow. The last time I felt like I had a real boyfriend, was about 7 years ago (aka a long freaking time ago) – that was my second relationship, and my current one is (what I consider) my third. I may have dated people in between, “loved” people in between, but when you meet someone who fulfills your being the way he does mine, the rest is history.
I can genuinely say I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and I can so honestly say we’re very in love. I like to call it “hyperlove” because of how quickly it’s flourished, but real love has no timeline. We wander endlessly together – physically, mentally, and emotionally…inspired and relentlessly passionate. We both pride ourselves on keen abilities to communicate and express to the world, so something immensely beautiful happens when those abilities are focused on one another.
I’m excited to launch my website during a time of newfound love in my life because I’m happy to share it all here, on my blog. I’ve always believed that love is the one true language of the world, so when I write about it, I hope it reads universal. I’ll save the more intricate anecdotes of my feelings for another time, rest assured there will be many.
For now, I’ll leave you with our weekend in a nutshell: I flew in on Friday night, and we stayed in. We had a couple friends over and he made us dinner – steak with sauteed mushrooms and onions, kale salad with his homemade dressing, and sweet potato wedges (ridiculous). This, along with the glasses of wine, was the perfect way to spend the night. On Saturday we met up with mom, sister, and her fiance for brunch at Mission Beach Cafe. After that we spent hours meandering the Academy of Sciences, including a sit-down to watch a show at the Planetarium. Later that evening we hit the Macklemore concert, and I will so shamelessly say that although I wasn’t the biggest fan walking into Bill Graham Auditorium, I left that place a die-hard Macklemore admirer. I’ve never seen a show quite so interesting and real, and there were moments that moved me to tears. If you haven’t seen him live, I strongly suggest you GO. We ended our night at a house party with my sister and her friends, and laid to rest in full satisfaction of our incredible day. Sunday morning we woke up early for coffee and pastries at Four Barrel, his favorite spot. Then we headed to a fresh meat market to pick up sausages, I made breakfast, sister and Dan came over to hang for a bit, and before we knew it, it was time for my flight. Fuck you, time, for not being on my side when I need you.
I absolutely hated leaving him, but I’ll be back for Christmas.
Ok, so that was kind of a big nutshell. Oops. Maybe these photos will make you happy.
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