Maureen and I are back together. We were together, and then we were apart, and then we were sort of together, and now we are decidedly together.
Maureen is my girlfriend. We met at Critical Mass last year. She’s sweet, and smart, and funny, and cute. We’re in this scary sort of oh-my-God-could-this-be-it love; we’re both a little too old and self-aware to get lost in the thing. Which is good and bad: good because we can be straight with each other and sensible in powerful ways, and we can work through lots of things. Bad because we are aware of all the ways things go wrong in life and relationships. It takes more courage to love this way, to love and not forget yourself.
But we love each other all the same. Maybe this is what it takes. I hope it is.