The opportunity to meet in February was one I could not pass up. I arrived a day earlier than him and was at the airport to pick him up the next day with a sign, ‘Brian with an I’. It is likely our hearts were pounding unsure of what to expect of each other. Our only other meeting was at the bar and then for lunch. We had a lot of learning to do about each other.
This was a holiday of
moments and experiences, fully laden with activity, mainly touristic. Then
dinner at night. It afforded many ways of getting to know who we were, the
pictures we took together began to look like this couple were made for each
other. How that South Africa constitutionally recognises same-sex
relationships meant we had liberties to be expressive and we used every opportunity
to revel in it.
Much more than it
seemed
It is likely that the
10 nights went so fast, but I never cancelled the plans for Easter, we had that pencilled in and an agenda that was filling up that little did I know that some of the arrangements
he had in visiting Johannesburg at my behest were in fact, first-time experiences.
I commandeered the
moments and activities, yet found in both the company and the companionship,
someone I could converse with and relate to. We were becoming friends and lovers
at the same time. Maybe I was thinking ahead of myself, but I felt there was a
lot going on between him and me, not just platonic but quite involved. We were
not going to make an apology for having become lovers.
It was 46 days to our
next meet up in Johannesburg for Cape Town, whether I was counting down the months,
the weeks, the days, the hours, or the minutes, there was no doubt in my heart
and mind, I could not wait to see him again.
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