- Letter Three - Love is Love

Dear reader,

 

I'm still getting used to my new house and the neighbourhood because I scarcely left my house for the first few days. I did, however, make a few brief journeys to the mainland to buy groceries and to the hardware shop to buy supplies for decorating. Being in a strange place where I don't know anyone or how to get around town without reading signs and making use of my cell phone maps for a little direction is a little anxious, but in time I should know every corner of the town.

 

I paid the town my first proper visit today with the goal to explore, getting acquainted with the locals. As I walked further into the town centre on Saturday afternoon, I was greeted by a plethora of new faces and names. I had a blast getting to know the locals of the town and experiencing a sense of belonging. I was even invited to participate in the Pride Parade. Since it was a tiny town parade, there weren't many large floats or big crowds of people, but it still felt incredibly nice to be able to witness everyone enjoying themselves and celebrating Pride Month.

 

I held off on announcing myself to be bisexual and demisexual. Since I was a young adolescent, I didn't explore which gender I was attracted to until I really knew and had experiences to validate my sexuality, I did not engage in relationships in high school, so I was unsure of how or even if I needed to "come out" to my family and friends. When I was nineteen, my family was aware of my sexual orientation, and I had been dating Thomas for five months; we had met at the grocery store where we both worked. It was really laidback. We both chose to remain, friends because I was not sure that our relationship was going anywhere.

 

I met Bessy, who was also nineteen, a month later. we met at a library, and after conversing for three hours about the books we both admired, it felt like we had been friends with each other for quite some time. We ended up dating for a full year. It blossomed into a mature relationship. Planning dates together, sleeping over at each other's homes. My family adored her. Then, when her grandmother became ill, Bessy took over as her only carer. She had barely any time away from her grandma, and even though I didn't mind that our time together was infrequent and a little strained, we both opted to put friendship first. I still text and call her every day to update her about my new life in Briarwood.

 

Once I'm settled into my new home, got myself into university, and landed a job, I'm hoping I can focus some time on beginning dating and one day settle down with somebody special. But for now, I'm content being single and end my day by celebrating Pride Month.

 

Until my next letter, take care.

Done