When I was new to Tumblr I stumbled across a young photographer whose work was beautiful. I also distinctly remember thinking his self-portraits were very attractive, but I put it out of my mind because I develop unrealistic crushes very easily.
A few weeks before Christmas, he posted a video which he had shot to try out his new camera. It was perfect and I left a comment to tell him how much I liked it, thinking nothing of it. Next day, I had an ask from him. He wanted to know if he knew me, because he’d seen on my page that we live in the same area. The asks went back and forward for a while, nervously at first. We talked about music and films and poetry we loved, and our silly names.
Over Christmas, we began to talk more and more, over MSN and Skype; finally arranging to meet up in early January. He would bring a friend to ease the tension of, essentially, two strangers meeting. This turned out to be entirely unnecessary. On the walk to the café I was shaking with nerves, and when I ordered my tea I could barely get the words out. I couldn’t even explain to myself why I was so nervous.
But I needn’t have worried. Being with him was as easy as breathing.
We’ve since decided that we’ve practically been together since that first day: the three of us ended up going back to his house and watching movies all night. I didn’t want to sleep on my own in the room next door so I snuck into bed with him, in the most innocent way. We carried on talking, whispering, till dawn, when he finally reached out in the darkness to hold my hand. That’s how we fell asleep.
He is everything I was looking for. And for now, everything feels perfect