I knew I loved Sofia as early as that very first time we were together, when I saw her face in the sun, missing tooth and all. Not merely being in love, I knew it was love. I felt it. Because when I looked at her and made my test, I knew. And it was something I grappled with while I was in Switzerland, maybe I'd fooled myself into thinking I loved her. Who does that? Who loves someone practically at first sight in real life? Maybe I was just kidding myself. As we kissed that day, I knew I was right, deep down in my heart of hearts. I loved her. I loved her more than any man.
And, thankfully, that love was coming from her as well. There was an addictive quality to it, we couldn't keep away from each other. We'd always walk in step with each other, our hands forever entwined. We kissed - god, we kissed, we kissed often, and deep, and long. Because for the first month or so that was all we could do, there could be no other intimacy between us : she was doing a treatment for something that required as little sexual interaction as possible, and I got it. I could wait. I thought I'd be happily be having sex with her for the rest of my life.
What we had to do though, and at least for a while, was to keep what we had going on the down low. We didn't want anyone to find out about us just yet. And what happened? We failed spectacularly at that. Though we thought that we were being clever with our public online interactions, that was really not the case - though we ourselves never noticed it. One day, me and Sofia went to meet Pedro at a caffee, and we meant to tell him that we were together - above everyone else, and you know, to protect his feelings as well, he deserved to know. We got there a bit early, and spent our time together falling even deeper in love. Soon enough, though, Pedro arrived, and he sat down with us. After a few minutes of small talk, we made what we thought would be a momentous announcement : that we were together. Pedro looked at us with that 'no shit, Sherlock' look on his face, and told us that everyone had already catched up to that. Apparently we weren't being as discrete as we thought we were...
Things were looking good for us, and she got to meet my son, and I got to meet her son as well. It felt like we were really starting to come up with something that would one day be a family. I dreamed, I hoped, I dared. I flew too high, too close to the sun, but the time when I come crashing down in flames to the ground is not not yet now. But for the moment things were still really good, we were happy, she was staying over, and my heart was filled with love every single moment I spent with Sofia.
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