sammie19
Apr 13, 2011, 8:36 PM
Tonight my partner took me out to dinner. Last night actually since it is now after midnight. It has never been an unusual thing for we often eat out so my assumption when she said was "Nice." That was all. I looked forward to it but cant say I was any more excited than any other dinner out which was not for a birthday or any other special occasion. So I thought nothing of it but as I always do I did my face and hair and made myself look as good for her as I could.
We got down to the Inn where we were to have dinner, and we had a lovely romantic little corner all to ourselves. Megan got us up some drinks and we sipped on them while we perused the menu. To cut a long story short we ate. We chatted and laughed as we always do and drank a few glasses of wine. After the sweet Meggie excused herself because she needed the loo.I sat at the table thinking what a lovely evening it had been and Meg came back sat down and handed me a huge bunch of rhe most beautiful deep red roses you ever did see. The waiter plonked a champage bucket on the table, opened the bottle, poured out a glass each and said "Congratulations Madam". Madam? I did feel old. Congratulations for what?
I looked at Megan quizzically, open mouthed and completely confused. I didn't know what the hell was going on. Meg smiled and told me something I should have known but didn't. It was the 10th anniversary of that first kiss. The day we realised how we felt and what we wanted. The day it hit me that I wasn't a heterosexual girl at all. The day I knew I was in love and the direction of my life changed completely.
Up until a few short weeks ago we had been separated because of what I thought I wanted. I loved Megan but that hadn't seemed enough. So I left. I was unhappy and getting unhappier with each passing day. Nothing was working. She reclaimed me just that few weeks ago and I have been walking on air ever since babbling about her like the little idiot I am to anyone who would listen.
I now know that I may want other things, but have grown up enough not to need them. I almost threw it all away and it wasnt worth it. And tonight, or last night rather, the icing was on the cake. Five months of ever increasing unhappiness are now ended and last night, the 10th anniversary of our first proper kiss brought home to me more than anything just how lucky I am and how stupid and selfish I had been and what a soft, mushy clutz the woman I love happens to be.:)
We got down to the Inn where we were to have dinner, and we had a lovely romantic little corner all to ourselves. Megan got us up some drinks and we sipped on them while we perused the menu. To cut a long story short we ate. We chatted and laughed as we always do and drank a few glasses of wine. After the sweet Meggie excused herself because she needed the loo.I sat at the table thinking what a lovely evening it had been and Meg came back sat down and handed me a huge bunch of rhe most beautiful deep red roses you ever did see. The waiter plonked a champage bucket on the table, opened the bottle, poured out a glass each and said "Congratulations Madam". Madam? I did feel old. Congratulations for what?
I looked at Megan quizzically, open mouthed and completely confused. I didn't know what the hell was going on. Meg smiled and told me something I should have known but didn't. It was the 10th anniversary of that first kiss. The day we realised how we felt and what we wanted. The day it hit me that I wasn't a heterosexual girl at all. The day I knew I was in love and the direction of my life changed completely.
Up until a few short weeks ago we had been separated because of what I thought I wanted. I loved Megan but that hadn't seemed enough. So I left. I was unhappy and getting unhappier with each passing day. Nothing was working. She reclaimed me just that few weeks ago and I have been walking on air ever since babbling about her like the little idiot I am to anyone who would listen.
I now know that I may want other things, but have grown up enough not to need them. I almost threw it all away and it wasnt worth it. And tonight, or last night rather, the icing was on the cake. Five months of ever increasing unhappiness are now ended and last night, the 10th anniversary of our first proper kiss brought home to me more than anything just how lucky I am and how stupid and selfish I had been and what a soft, mushy clutz the woman I love happens to be.:)