by Sophie
Hi, I’m alive, I exist, I promise.
Life happens, or at least that’s what I tell myself every time I start to feel guilty about having not done more for this blog. I want to tell you, dear reader, about all the things that have happened over the last month, the travelling I have been doing, the things Jamie has done to make my life easier, but to do that would be to reveal myself and I want to keep as much of my anonymity as possible as long as possible.
Suffice it to say, I am alive, as is Jamie. Life has intervened but now I am back at my computer and ready to write again, starting with this little love letter masquerading as a thank you note.
Jamie has had a lot on his mind the last couple of weeks. Some of life’s interventions haven’t been the kindest to either of us and it weighs on him. I can see it in the slope of his shoulders and the worried line that appears between his eyes. Even though we consider ourselves sexual superheroes, even we are felled by the kryptonite that is stress and worry, and we’ve been sidelined by both in the recent past.
However, while I was out of town for my yearly jaunt to the west coast, Jamie did a few things for me that made my life tremendously easier than it otherwise would have been, and he did it all while balancing work stress and domestic responsibilities. He didn’t let on how much life had worn him down when I returned – at least not immediately, but he can’t keep much from me nowadays – and received me with a smile and open arms. We slipped into our regular routine as easily as we slipped out of it, and I was reminded again how lucky I am to have found him. The simple breakfasts and quietly passionate evenings, the music playing throughout his apartment as we go about daily life, the smiles and private jokes shared when we are in the company of people who aren’t privy to the content of our blog or our life in the bedroom.
All of this is to say thank you to Jamie, for staying true to us even when life gets hard and for getting hard even when life gets decidedly unsexy. Tonight, as I rode him, I felt the exact joy and release I felt the first time we met. When he turned me over and held my shoulder as he slid into me, everything outside the bedroom door melted away despite best efforts to shatter our defenses.
When I came, and he came, all I could think was, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive.
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