Summer Nights in Barcelona

That’s how we met. July 2003. I was nervous and so was he. We talked on the phone in our separate rooms for about 15 minutes until I gathered up the courage to walk to his room and say hi. Evenings on La Rambla, looking at street performers and bunnies in cages, a swap meet by the sea, holding onto him while navigating through a crowded street market, spotting the Beatles’ “Rubber Soul” font in a signage for a restaurant. Feeling completely and utterly happy. I mean that. How many times in your life have you felt completely at ease and easily complete. I felt that. I still remember it to this day. I looked up at the polka dot sky, tried not to blink and paused. Thousands of miles away from home, and we both were just…happy.

Our lives would never be the same again. I had a funny feeling this was it. You know, it.

It still is.