We’ve gone through some rough patches, and I have to admit that I don’t fully understand why we’re still a couple, or how he deals with my quirks and my flaws, or in more general terms, how he even tolerates me.
But if there’s anyone who’s actually there for me, no matter what, it’s him. He’s the most loving, caring, and genuinely understanding individual I ever met. I just hope he can forgive me for using male pronouns.
On my lengthy and introspective walk in the rain, I thought back on everything, backtracking as far as 2008, and was overcome with nostalgia. Not that I would ever wish things were now the way they were then, but I do somewhat miss when things were simpler, and we were just two boys who happened to be dating.
Now, I’m not entirely sure what we are. For sure, we aren’t two gay boys anymore. We’ve grown so much and discovered more about ourselves and each other in the process. I guess we’re technically two pansexual, multiamorous, genderqueer 20-somethings with rocky pasts and an unusual relationship history and even more unusual approach to being in a relationship in the first place. But, it’s probably easier to say we’re just “us.”
We’ve endured our hardships together, and we’re still here. We’re still together, and something tells me we always will be.