CAPTAIN'S BLOG
Þ We met three months ago.
I was walking through the recently named Dyke Chilling Park, and I saw you sitting on a bench with your aunt. I had to know you - so I told asked you "should you get my number?" You said yes - and you texted me a nice message, with a heart. Since meeting this gorgeous young woman in the park on a warm summer's day, I've grown. How much I'd learn from such a young teacher still surprises me - the difficult road you've traveled to get to where you are now, with so much road still yet ahead. We're lovers, girlfriends - I'm often surprised to see your face when I open my eyes after kissing you. Our time together is always unexpectedly magical - Halloween and Halloween fireworks have never meant anything to me, but they do now. It's funny in that way that I like to have at least two great memories on that same beach head in a little industrial beach in East Vancouver - just like Dyke Chilling Park on Commercial. To share this time in our lives together, however long they may intertwine, is the kind of coincidence I thought I had exhausted in my life. To love you is to relearn how to love myself - to take a stroll down memory lane, of how two can meet and have that change everything. Of love at first sight. The more time I spend with you, the more curious I get about our future. Is that a second source of light coming through the dappled canopy of my life? Can a fox and two kitties really make it in this big, bag world?
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AuthorChristina Hitchens is a trans female writer living in BC, Canada. She loves computers, animals, and a good argument. Archives
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