A Surprise Few Days Away with My Affair Partner

I’m afraid to write this post.

Last Saturday, I flew home from my month in Thailand. The flight was long and crowded, I was jammed in the back of the plane, I was dripped on constantly for 12 hours. But I was happy. Truly. My month was a relaxing and fun time, yes, but what made me happiest was getting an invitation to join my boyfriend out of town for three nights upon my return.

Yes…the man I’ve struggled with my affection for for the past nine months, the man I’ve never really spent a full day with- I was going to fly away with and spend three nights.

I was excited but so afraid to be excited.

I met him on Tuesday at the airport. I think for the first time he actually felt my struggle with face blindness, as it took him texting me to point out where he was versus me actually being able to recognize him. I feel bad about it, but I’m nearly 30 years in to this ailment, and it’s just something I have to accept. If it bothered him too bad, he hid it well.

I got no welcome kiss in the gate area. No holding hands. I was okay with that, I know he wants and needs to be careful. The plane, however, was our reconnection. Our flight sat on the tarmac for nearly 3 hours- time that alone would have crawled, but with Marc, went by quickly. We talked about so many things, but mostly he snooped through the bowels of my phone. I’m not sure what he’s looking for, but I have nothing to hide. I’ve been his for so long now that I tell him…