Difference

What a difference a day or two makes and more pointedly what a difference my boyfriend makes - I saw him for the first time this week last night; I've missed him so much and he makes me so happy. It's been a horrible week, I've struggled terribly and I unintentionally upset my baby with my negative outlook as a result; all that negativity was swept aside as soon as I got home from work last night. I was working late again and so got home late but when I did, oh my gosh - I didn't think my baby would be there, I was thinking he'd be around after I finished work and got settled in; thank goodness I was wrong. It was the best surprise ever, I honestly cannot put into words how I felt barring the fact that a wave of relief, of happiness and of love swept over me; one huge smile instantly lit up my face when I saw my baby stood there smiling back at me.

My baby simply said, "have you missed me then" before I literally jumped into his arms, I kissed and hugged him so tight as the tears welled up in my eyes. It felt like an eternity since I last felt his body pressed close to mine, his arms wrapped around me and his kiss upon my lips; it just felt so good, so safe, so warm and so familiar. I whispered the words "I'm sorry" but I was told there was no need because I was forgiven, because I was loved; I started to cry properly, my baby helped dry my tears and told me he'd missed taking care of me - he had to dry my tears some more.............

I got showered and changed whilst my baby made tea and again it just struck me right there and then; how such a simple thing like sat together at the kitchen table having tea means so much. It blew me away, we were doing nothing more than eating and talking but the undercurrents of love, understanding and trust were so heavy in the air; it was seriously cold and foggy outside but there was a world of difference inside - both in the house and in my heart and soul. It was beautiful, we finished tea and I just sat there gazing at my baby, I guess I was kind of lost in his eyes, almost daydreaming; my baby asked a penny for my thoughts and I told him he was just the most beautiful guy in every single way; and he is, always.

Afterwards we cuddled up on the sofa and watched an REM concert on DVD whilst having a few beers. I say watched but I think we spent the majority of our time kissing and cuddling; as always I was sat in my baby's lap with my head resting against his chest with my baby's arms holding me so tight. I'd look up to watch him and he'd catch me peeking, smile, kiss me and then hold me even tighter. The kisses than started to linger and my baby's hands began to wander until, well, I led my baby by the hand upstairs. It was explosive and my baby he just makes me feel like only another guy can; it was wondrous to lay my defences down and become so submissive.

To wake up this morning with my baby beside me in bed, to not worry about getting up early nor going to work and to spend that time making love - it's just perfect. Today were not going out shopping into Manchester, being the wise gay-boys we are we've done all our Christmas shopping and so don't have to brave what we're sure will be a maddening crowd of hurried shoppers. To be honest, as much as we love shopping, neither of us really relish the thought at this time of year; it's just way too busy and therefore not as much fun, so we're giving it a wide berth. Instead we're going to do something really special.............

My baby has had me in fits of laughter this morning, he's asked me if I chose my outfit deliberately today to match. I didn't get what he was on about, I mean if you look at the photo above that's what I'm wearing, it doesn't match does it? Barring the fact that both the track pants and t-shirt are from the Adidas Originals range. He told me to drop my track pants and well, that's what he was referring to; he noticed it when I was getting ready this morning and had a little giggle to himself then. My baby reckons I've deliberately matched the t-shirt with my pants today as they're both in a similar colour way - blue and orange; and ever since he's been teasing me saying it's a bit too much to have a pair of pants to match my outerwear. I honestly haven't done it deliberately - the pants were on the top of my pant mountain and I just fancied the t-shirt, I didn't even notice the similarity. What's the point anyway, I mean there's only my baby who would ever know what pants I was wearing; well him and whoever else in the world decides to check in on my blog..........

Have a great day boys and girls, we'll check back in with you later on; enjoy the sunshine xxxxx.