In India

12 months ago I met a man on a dance floor in India. I initially mistook his brazenness for arrogance, but I could not have been more wrong. He won me over with his dance moves, gentlemanly ways and searching eyes. While the time physically together amounted to less than 24 hours, this man left his mark on my reserved, cautious heart.

Having returned to our respective countries, our plans to meet again in mutually convenient, exotic countries were quickly dashed by Covid lockdowns. Waking up to his messages, receiving surprise deliveries and learning everything about one another over hours long FaceTimes, my expectations for what I had thought was a holiday fling have been surpassed. This man is the real deal; his funny accent, charisma and unshakable optimism have sweetened and supported me throughout this year.

12 months (and counting) and I can’t wait for our second date. Happy Anniversary