bonding with James Bond :)

James Bond arrived in here last week. (for those who don’t know after having left Northern Africa I went back to my home country for two months and afterwards, 2 weeks ago, moved to one of the European capitals in the Western Europe). He came here last Sunday (7 Sep) for one week. We were both very excited to see each other, especially after two and half months of separation and a long-distance relationship. But we were also very anxious at the same time. We met in the Northern Africa last February. Then we met again at the movie shooting (yes, we were both extras in a Hollywood production). Later, we would always end up at the same parties or meet by chance in the same places having many friends in common and being neighbours at the same time. And the last fabulous in the Northern Africa week when I realized he was gay and when we hooked up and started our relationship. It was all like a glamorous movie where were not extras but the leading roles. We had drinks in the most fancy, classy and fabulous places in the town. We hanged around with the most cool, smart, cute and intelligent people. The atmosphere of One Thousand and One Nights was everywhere to be felt. Then I had to leave the Northern Africa which was way more difficult than I would have ever expected. I cried a sea of tears to say good bye to my friends, my house, my lifestyle and especially – my newly met boyfriend. The come back to my home country was like travelling back to past. Usually coming back to the past was a nice and a nostalgic experience. It wasn’t in that case. I felt so confused and it was so hard to re-establish my life in the place where I was brought up. I made it though but with a lot of challenges and confusions. Luckily, the relationship with James Bond was going very well even despite the distance. We were very excited to see each other after around ten weeks. But as I said – we were anxious at the same moment. What if it wouldn’t work out anymore? All the magic of One Thousand and One Nights would be gone. Our friends were not there. Our favourite city hot spots were unreachable. It was just us. It was only the two of us who were the same elements of a magnificent story in the very different environment. I drove to the airport to pick him up. I was happy and scared at the same time. I arrived a bit earlier and was standing at the hall of arrivals. I was watching all the passengers coming out in order to spot him. My heart was beating like crazy. Then after almost one hour of waiting I noticed him – he was walking pretty quickly, carrying a lot of baggage and being very tanned after more than a month trip to Western Africa. My heart bit up again. I approached him and gave him an innocent kiss. Having helped him a bit with his luggage we headed towards my car. After initial few minutes I had the feeling that everything was fine. I was so happy to see him. And so was the week that we spent together. Full of funny conversations, smart and cute jokes, going out for a dinner or a drink, meeting with my friends, walking and hanging around in the city. Just fabulous even if we got the spent the evenings only as I was working during the day. And the sex was so amazing. We both got laid after more than two months of celibacy. Everything was just so amazing. But the most important thing was that thanks to the long conversations we had I got rid of most of my fears and concerns. I am not so much afraid of long distance relationship or of the next year anymore. I know that we love each other strong enough in order to be and live in the same place next year. Wherever it will happen to be. And I am sure we will do it. Because he is an amazing person and I will do my best to keep him in my life.

I love you.