Twice this week alone, I have had two of my closest friends question my relationship with Gentleman Jack.
Heck, even *I* question it!
To us, our relationship makes some kind of sense. We love each other. Very much. We are extremely close. And each of us wants the other person to find happiness in a relationship close to home.
Yeah, maybe it makes no sense at all.
Long distance relationships are supposed to be difficult, filled with longing and suffering. Neither Gentleman Jack or myself want that for ourselves or each other. However, neither of us can deny what we feel. So, we've chosen to enjoy it while we have it and at the same time, we're both open to dating others.
We warn each other of friends wanting to set us up on other dates or new people who show interest in us. We're very open and honest with each other. We also admit to jealous feelings at the thought of the other with someone else. We both know that some sort of end will be painful to one or both of us. We know it is inevitable.
But sometimes, when we're both swept away with emotion, I wonder if either of us really knows what is happening. Even last night, Gentleman Jack was being questioned by one of his best friends too.
"I can't explain it to him," Gentleman Jack told me, "When I try, he just rolls his eyes. I don't know what's going to happen but I have one question:
Why do we, as humans, always jump to the end of the story, the back of the book, instead of just enjoying it as it unfolds?"
Sometimes we do go round and round for hours trying to define what is happening or what will happen. We have tried to label it but the thing is, the only label that either of us can put on it is from Gentleman Jack's fortune cookie during that first week we were speaking to each other:
A beautiful adventure.
I'm going to enjoy it as long as it lasts.