Blind
Today, it hit me. You’d learnt to fall in step with me. I remember during our first few months together, I was always slightly out of breath as I struggled to keep up with the pace of your long strides. Now, even though we don’t always hold hands, I’m not out of breath anymore on our long walks. I wonder, how much effort did go into taking half the step you are so used to taking? A few weeks ago, while I was lying on your bed, you walked into your bedroom out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around you and casually let it drop to the floor as you dried yourself. I remember the times when you scrambled to get your boxers on before the towel dropped or when your hands leapt to cover yourself when I walked into the room. It isn’t the heated sex that I find the most intimate anymore, it’s how comfortable you feel standing buttocks exposed in front of me. A few months ago, I woke up with the sun streaming on my face, and our limbs a tangled mess. I remember our first nights