Happiness is a Luxury

I sat and snuggled beside him as we watched a movie. He held hand. He softly kissed my check. I smiled.

In the past I was in relationships that somehow defy the usual norms of a sane relationship. There was the weird cousin, the struggling artist, the big headed director wannabe, the reformed bad boy (who by the way is a girl) and the young idealist. I knew being with them I broke many rules. It was a taboo. It was prohibited. There was the burning passion. There was the silent rebellion. Some way or another those relationship did not made sense. I was just swept into it because of my rash judgments and insatiable curiosity. I had broken hearts, loss their trust and woven a complex web of half hidden truths.

Being with him feels like slow burning fire. The heat is there, it may not burn but in the long run I am pretty sure my feelings with be well done when the time comes.

I am just taking a slow pace. Toned down passion. More talk and enjoying his company. He has been a friend to me for quite some time but I am just getting to know a side I did not know existed before.

As I rode the jeep home. I thought about him. I do not know if we will last. At least I will make plans one day at a time for the time being.