Being Close


I don’t need presents and gifts, I just need you. I need to feel your closeness and to talk, just like we used to when we first fell in love.








Who are you in the silence between your thoughts?

I’m sitting on the edge of the world thinking of you. Every time I move you shift into view; a smile, a laugh, the way you look deeply into my eyes, like we’re the only two people in existence.

I think of you often. Sitting here on the balcony overlooking the harbour, the night air thick and heavy, joyous revelry serenading me from the restaurant patio next door, the tree frogs singing to me; my mind drifts back to those warm intimate moments we’ve spent together. For me the best type of intimacy is where we just lay back, laugh together at the stupidest things, hold each other and enjoy each others’ company. I treasure these moments; it’s during times like these that I feel loved, that I can be loved. That I’m not too damaged and that there is someone in The Universe who can love me for who I am even though I don’t completely love myself.

But that doesn’t answer my question.

In these silent, solitary moments who am I?

In these moments I alone know the truth of who I am. I don’t need to pretend that I’m someone else or wear a mask because I’m afraid that the other person will reject me for being me. I can be silly and daydream and be true to myself. I feel accepted unconditionally. I am genuine.

There are very few people in my life, and who surround my life, who make me feel this way. Who make me feel at peace with myself, like I can fully be myself. Who make me feel like I’m at home.

You’re someone who does this. Someone who makes me laugh and feel joy, who I can share my most intimate secrets with, who’s dried my tears when I’ve been feeling down, who showered me with love and hugs and kisses even when I didn’t feel like I deserve it.

I’ll never forget our first date; unsteadily making our way from D-Bar in the wee hours of Monday morning, tipsy and merry, you gently slipped your hand into mine and didn’t let go. You still haven’t let go, and I don’t want you to. It felt so intimate and warm, and in that moment I knew I wanted to see you again.

I fell in love with you at the drive-in; the amount of time and planning you put into arranging the date showed me that big heart of yours and how much you cared about me. You’ve always been so kind and patient with me, and that kindness is something I’ll always cherish.

I’ve never told you how much I appreciated having you here when I first moved back to the island. I was dreading the move, truly dreading it. I knew that it would be a difficult transition, moving back to a place, to a life that I left behind because I was unhappy. But there you were, spontaneously arriving a few days early, still holding my hand and giving me the love and support I needed to get through what could have been a very difficult time for me. I couldn’t have loved you more in that moment.

You’ve given me so much over the last few months.

I now have something for you.

It’s a piece of myself, in a ring, so that we can be together even when we can’t be together. So that we can still hold hands and feel that same warm intimate moment we felt when you slipped your hand into mine on our first date. So that we can feel the love and support of having someone in our lives who cares, even when we are apart.

I love you.












Life happens while you’re busy making plans.


Sometimes I get the feeling that you feel bad about taking me away from some of the things I enjoy doing (the things which make me, me).

You shouldn’t. You didn’t disrupt any of this.

My plan when relocating from Toronto was to leave and never return, or at least not return any time soon. I was going to head to the island and spend the summer settling in. My initial thoughts were to rent a small bachelor’s apartment and throw a mattress on the floor, get a motorcycle and sign up for a gym. I was then going to spend my weekends at the Library reading and writing, and that’s about it. Sounds more like self-imposed exile the more I think about it, but really I just wanted to give myself some space to acclimatize to the new environment and focus on some writing before deciding on what to do next.

Once I’d reached the end of summer I was going to buy some new camera equipment and start photography again – there are lots of places I used to play in as a kid which would make great shots – I have a complete shot list in my head for when I’m ready to pick this up.

I also wanted to do some travelling after the summer and when my probation period was over. Berlin intrigues me for some reason – perhaps its the growing artist community, and there is also something about the city which appeals to my photography side – I think it would be wonderful to just roam Berlin taking photos of city life (just like I used to do in Toronto). The other place which interests me is Scotland, Edinburgh in particular. It’s The Motherland which I haven’t visited since I was 11 years old to spend time with my Grandparents and I feel the need to see it again.

But things changed.

Sourcing a new bachelor’s apartment from TO to coincide with my arrival date was a bit more challenging than expected. The other problem was that I had become accustomed to the lifestyle in Yorkville and was having a hard time right sizing my expectations. Looking at these really basic apartments was less than appealing, so when my tenant at SIX decided to let the lease lapse around the same time I was due to relocate, I decided that it would be easier to just move into the place and if I decided to source a new (smaller) place later, I could do that while on the island. I would then rent out the unit at SIX.

Life happens while you’re busy making plans.

We met and things progressed. My plans have shifted slightly, but not that much. I knew that it was going to take some time for me to settle back into island life, so thought that the first month was going to be a write off. But you were here for that, you were here for me, and I can’t thank you enough. I could have made the transition on my own, but it was a hell of a lot easier with you, and I really appreciated the support you gave me through the transition.

I love you with all my heart for doing that for me.

There have been times when I’ve missed the alone time I used to have for daydreaming and writing. But these have been few and far between. I’ve just been enjoying spending time with you more than I have enjoyed being alone. This will change. I feel the pull to do something creative, to do some writing, which is cathartic for me. I find that it helps to process my thoughts which in turn centres me.

That’s the point that I was trying to articulate on Saturday night; obviously I did a pretty poor job of that. As time goes on and we progress, I may need to isolate myself for a few hours at a time so I can do this.

But I’ll always come back to you.

From the beginning you’ve been supportive of me doing things like this and I love you for it. And I think that’s really the point of this long soliloquy, I just wanted to let you know how grateful I am for all of the support you’ve given me. It shows me how much you care, and that really means the world to me.




Random Thoughts


15 June 2019

The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long.

All of my previous relationships were fast starts – actually they were immediate starts. A first date and then straight to the relationship. Fast forward a few weeks and I was regretting the fast start, regretting that I hadn’t taken the time to get to know her first before deciding if I really wanted to be in a relationship. At that moment I remember feeling trapped and thinking that maybe I should just make the best of it because staying was the easy choice and I wasn’t sure if I’d meet someone else who was able to handle me and my idiosyncrasies (which is a silly thought in hindsight). Looking back I’m not sure I actually even loved them, I think I just got used to them being in my personal space.

This time it’s a little different. It wasn’t immediate, but it did ramp up quickly into something that’s quite intense. Way more intense than past relationships. I honestly can’t tell if that’s a good or bad thing. Trying to gauge if this intensity is sustainable has been exhausting and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m focusing on the wrong thing. There is no doubt in my mind that I do love her, and that’s different from the past where I was unsure about my feelings. I also don’t feel trapped like I have in the past – we started slowly enough so I was able to get to know her (we were able to get to know each other) before this evolved into what it has become. And having her in my personal space has been very easy, much easier than in the past.

(I don’t need to overthink this – I think my energy is best spent focusing on being present in the moments we are together rather than just analyzing every little thing.)

Arrangement vs Relationship.

This evolved in such an unexpected way; I was expecting this to just be a few casual dates and then I would leave Toronto, never to return. But life happened while I was busy making plans. This grew way past our original intentions; it became something which is much more fulfilling and meaningful. To the point that when we refer to it as an arrangement it cheapens the experience and makes it less than what it’s become, and that makes me uncomfortable. It’s more than that now.


This past weekend something changed for me. The week we spent together made me realise that I have something to lose – someone that I cherish dearly. As a kid I learned how to detach myself emotionally from most people and places relatively easily so that I couldn’t get hurt, and that’s a self preservation technique I’ve used as an adult, but I’m realizing that I won’t be able to do that this time around. I no longer have access to the defense mechanism I’ve used in the past to protect myself and that’s left me feeling vulnerable, exposed.

This manifested itself in an anxiety attack on Tuesday evening, which lasted into Wednesday. I think there is another aspect to this which is making me uncomfortable, but I’m not sure what it is or how to articulate it. In the meantime, I want to share these feelings with her. I don’t want to suffer in silence because that will lead to resentment. I’m mildly concerned that I’ll come across as being needy or insecure, but we’ve shared so much with each other that I don’t feel the need to hold back with this. I also don’t completely understand it because she has always been very good at letting me know how she feels about me and about this, so why the anxiety?

I know the right approach here – admit that I’m feeling vulnerable and trust (trust her) that everything is going to be okay.


And I think that is the real issue here: trust. There is something which happens to a kid when a parent breaks that trust (bond) with a child which carries into adulthood. The kid learns that people are not to be trusted. This kind of behaviour – not trusting people as a way to protect myself – prevents me from letting people get close and will stand in the way of me having a healthy relationship. Logically I know this. Putting it into practice – learning to trust again and letting people get close to me – being self aware enough to know when I am doing it and to cultivate new behaviours is much more challenging.

( I need to dig out the notes from one of the sessions with my therapist, I know I’ve covered this before.)


That’s one of the things that I’ve really enjoyed about journaling on this blog: it’s a place where I can be completely honest, a place to explore thoughts and feelings without judgement. She has always given that to me; she’s always allowed me to be fully honest and then accepted me unconditionally. She has given me something that I don’t get from this journal, and that’s unconditional acceptance.

Which brings me to the question: She accepts me unconditionally, but do I accept myself in the same way?