Peaceful. Calm.

It was the closest we have been yet. The few days he spent here seemed to pass in a flash. We made love, and held each other close through the nights. Asleep for hours embracing. It was intense and beautiful. He's left now for the country, until next time. We're both going to miss each other terribly. It's like we both need to be with each other. My being positive doesn't seem to matter.

Those few days helped so much. After all the shit of late, all the drama and shock, I feel now calm and at peace. He made me feel safe, and able to rise above the pain and horribleness that often so haunts me. Perhaps I'm starting to fly. . . .  The emotions and love moving me to a better place, a higher place.

It was such a strange place to meet, in a cubicle FFS! You go to those places because the last thing you want is love or a relationship. You want a fuck, simple as that. And we did. Many people may think it sort backwards, but if I'd simply meet him in a pub and chatted, likely we'd never have seen each other again. But to fuck first up as complete strangers, gave the opportunity to experience that closeness first up. It's why we kept in contact afterwards.

Sex is such a big part of life and relationships. It's a vehicle of expression, a way to share each others soul, a catalyst for sharing each others deepest feelings. A way to find each other in those realms, to care and to give to each other. A way to let someone in past all the barriers and to show your innermost self. It's a thing of sheer beauty, beyond what a few simple words such as this can express.

There is a depth to sex that many may not experience, for whatever reason. But to not search your limits or to fear trying, to worry what others may consider as wrong, is surely to limit the experience itself. And in doing so limit the closeness that may be achieved. Such closeness and love is beyond words if encountered. A chance meeting in a cubicle can lead to something wonderful.

I'm glad I held on. Glad I kept going, putting one foot in front of the other, one breath after the other, as at times that was the only thing I could do to get through the days and weeks. Sometimes hours and minutes. The tide has bought in something beautiful.