October was an amazing month for me. It really was a “dream come true” kind of month… a pivitol month.. October has always been my favorite month. Some of it has to do with it being the month of my birthday, but aside from that, I’ve always loved everything about October… The fact that it’s such an interesting weather month, and it just has the most wonderful energy about it.
This particular October was phenominal.. probably one of the best I’ve had so far in my 31 years.
Just about a week into October I heard words from C’s mouth that I didn’t think I’d ever hear but have dreamt of hearing. The words just slipped out over the most simple thing… late at night as we were grabbing luggage to bring into my dad’s place. He said, “I love you!”.. It was after I had in a way, read his mind and already did something that he was about to request, and it kind of tickled him and it was like a reflex for him to say those words.
I didn’t know what to say or do, because I wasn’t sure if that was an “oops” kind of thing.. but I smirked a little and we mosied into my dad’s place.
We had a really fun weekend.. after driving about 5 hours from Portland to my dad’s town. It was a blast hanging out with him and then the next day visiting with one of my best friends. I remember walking around the block with her, in the little bit of chill of night, and talking to her about my hunches and hopes with C. All the while, he was inside, showing her step-sons how to draw. It was a great moment that I’ll always remember.
Later that night, C and I were in my room and he just kind of spilled over with telling me that he realized that when he said I love you, that he really meant it.
I was in a bit of shock. It was beautifully shocking to experience the walls of confusion, insecurity and silence blow apart as his heart poured out to me. I just absorbed every word and savored it all.
I remember us driving back to Portland and remember having a bit of a small breakdown with the pressures of work and the awkward living situation with my ex. It was like everything was wrong and weird and I did something crazy and ran to his village/town with him. It was such a surreal experience and we were excited. I felt a little bad, but also really happy to just seize an opportunity to break free of my ruts and chains and just live a little.
I called in sick for two days and C and I had his folks’ place to ourselves. We had a most wonderful time together, stashed back deep into the woods alone. During the stay, we were laughing together so much that we invented characters for ourselves. We named ourselves “The Chuckles” and even pretended to be married, using our middle names as the married couple. It was good fun.
The next weekend was the big bash I had planned for him. It was his birthday and I wanted to go all out for him. In my mind though, I was still filled with uncertainty about where this was going with him, and so, I honestly had no plans or expectations for anything to happen with him after his birthday was over.
I rented a swank hotel room in the heart of downtown Portland. I remember him coming to town with his luggage and I had mine. We took a bus to downtown. I remember him seeming slightly nervous but excited about not knowing what was going to happen. He had no idea about the weekend plans.
When we arrived downtown, we walked along the sidewalk as I was locating the hotel entrance. It was hilariously fun when I stopped in front of this ritzy hotel front and headed in. C’s face was kind of in shock as he shook is head and said, “Amy Amy Amy…what have you done..?”
The room was actually a suite and it was lovely. We had a big bed and some swanky bath robes. It was so much fun!
Later that night we made love and in the middle of it he looked at me and asked, “You’re not just with me for sex, right?”.. I stopped and looked at him kind of baffled.. In a way, inside, my heart was guarded and I was happy just to be experiencing him that way finally, but the truth was, no it wasn’t just about sex. He was my love, the one man on this earth that I wanted. I smiled at him and laughed a little and assured him that in no way was I just using him.
That’s when things got really shocking.. I remember jokingly saying something after that about the fact that I was only not using him because it was his birthday (or something like that), and he got up and left the room.. I halfway thought I had offended him, but then he came back into bed and looked at me totally differently..
Then he said, “So, what do you think about getting married?”.. I remember feeling stunned and looking at him.. rather speechless… then I saw a quick flicker of something silver hiding in his hand behind a pillow. My heart started racing and then he open his hand and I saw twin silver rings.. one larger than the other. “Will you marry me?”
AHHHH!!! I don’t fully remember all that I said, but I remember saying, “Only to you.” And I accepted and for the rest of our fun filled birthday bash weekend, we were on a whole different level.
Later in the month was my own birthday, in which C and I took another journey down to see my Dad. That was a fun weekend filled with shopping and friends and good times.
Halloween weekend was bizarre and dramatic. It wound up being a heavy tense weekend with my ex and C in the same apartment. I finally put my foot down and said it was ok for C to stay with me for the Halloween weekend. We had fun exploring Portland on foot and bar hopping. Good conversation and a lot of fun walking together.
The blowout argument clash was tense, but it was an interesting experience that showed everyone involved our true colors and secured my “final word” and status at the apartment. I know that it laid the groundwork for C to finally be able to live there later on.
And that was a summary of the exciting month of October!