I am approaching my first anniversary with Adolfo, and as it gets closer, I find myself thinking back, both over the last year, and also to the time before we were together. I remember the confusion I felt when I first realized that I might have feelings for this man, and I remember the bitter sweet time in our friendship when I knew that I cared for him this way, but before he realized it, or returned my feelings. I remember decorating the tree at his apartment last year, and the party we had after, the night he first introduced me as his girlfriend. I think about how many times just a gentle hand on my back has made the whole world seem brighter and warmer.
Maybe it's fitting that I am thinking about these things coming up to Thanksgiving, because the overwhelming feeling that I have that binds all of these memories together is thankfulness. Simple, uncomplicated, and comforting thankfulness. I recognise how lucky I am to have a person like him in my life, and what a blessing it is to know that, no matter how bad the days get (they have been bad, and they may still get worse), I still have the unconditional support of a man who loves me and stands behind me in everything I do.
I feel like I have grown more, or at least in ways that are more recognisable to me, in the year that we have been together, really, the years we have known each other, than in any other comparable time in my life.
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