It’s the smallest things that do it, a combined number of tiny gestures, words and offerings that almost hurt as my heart pushes beyond it’s tired, barbed walls. Yes, this is a love story although the English language regularly let’s me down in this regard as words can’t quite express…I shall give it a burl though.

We met on a beach, in India. Actually, we met on a steaming sweaty night amidst a big group of stoned yogis eating Italian. I challenged her on permaculture, she hid in her pasta and that was that. Then she got sick, super Indian dysentry sick and her travelling partner dissappeared so I did what any gentleman would do and visited her sickly, abandoned self just to make sure she was alright. I’d been sick in India alone and it sucked. It was the least I could do.

‘I was just thinking about you this morning’ she said as I perched, suddenly nervous, on the end of her bed, ‘I wondered if you’d left with the others’. It was then that I realised we were meant to be together. Little did I realise that she felt the same way and two days later we were in love.

Less than two weeks of a togethering I’d never dreamed possible my visa expired and I was suddenly on a plane landing back in Sydney, leaving my sweetheart behind to experience the filth and beauty of India alone.

Two months later she ran into my arms at Sydney Airport. Love letters acres long, hours of Skype, stolen moments on the phone and sneaky text messages were simply not enough and as we held eachother I felt complete again. Now wait just a moment…complete again? You’re kidding??? I scoff at the ‘You complete me’ bullshit, I mean; I’m a complete, human all on my own thanks very much and I don’t want or need anyone else in order to feel whole…right? Yeah that is right, but she completes me anyway so there!

I spent two months pining. Gross! I’d sworn of women after my last failed attempt. I’d had my heart smashed and my self esteem beaten and I wasn’t prepared to put my trust in anyone else long enough for them to hurt me! Then a curly haired git from Leeds reached out her hand, told me I was pretty, laughed when I told her I was actually, um, in fact a boy and somewhere between then and now completely stole my heart.

I wake to kisses and cups of tea.

We ride our bikes to parties and she crochets me presents. We get tattoo’d together and laugh hysterically at silly jokes. We kiss in public. I am proud of who she is and she gets me like no other has. It’s nice to be just a perfectly broken human for a change. My family and friends adore her and she is the girl of my dreams. She writes me notes and I try to make her take her vitamins! She’s daddy’s girl…and I’m all hers!

I’ll marry her one day and you’re all invited to celebrate with us!

Love, it’s nice. Try it.

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