Moving On

I can remember the first time her and I spoke on the phone.  I was so nervous, I stumbled over my words and wanted to impress her so much.  I remember the first time the three of us spoke on the phone.  I didn’t know what to say to him, and I let my words fall into the background.  I remember when the relationship was established.  I was ecstatic.  I remember when it went from the two of them, to her and I and her with him to the three of us.  I couldn’t fathom it.  I remember having to find words to substitute for “love” because we weren’t saying it yet.  I remember the first time we said those words.  My heart stopped, the world stopped, time stood still.  I remember the first time her and I met.  It was the best weekend in my entire life.  I remember my trip up to Seattle.  *That* was the best weekend of my life.  Now, I’m moving up to Seattle to be with them, on July 4th.

The love that I share with these two hasn’t always been sunshine and cupcakes.  To be completely cliche, we have had more than our share of ups and downs, peaks and valleys.  But, I’m so fully committed to the trilationship, that I’m willing to move 3000 miles away to be with them.  I’m leaving behind my family, friends, my entire life to pursue this love.  To say that I’m scared is an understatement.  I’m scared, apprehensive, worried, happy, excited, depressed, overwhelmed, underwhelmed, etc etc etc.  To date, this is the biggest decision I’ve ever had to make.  I’m young and I’ve still got so much ahead of me.  Why not spend that time with the ones I love most (aside from family, of course)? I’m finally getting out of this rinky-dink town and moving to a city where I feel that I really belong in. Is Seattle ready for me? I sure as hell hope so.

~ by bubbzy on June 29, 2009.