I'll wait for you (Dayasco)

The coffee shop

The sunlight filling my bedroom woke me up gently, I had to check my phone to make sure last night hadn't been a dream and that it was real, that Daya was real. I pulled myself up from my bed and headed towards my study.

The room was a sanctuary of sorts, a haven from the outside world. Plants hung from every corner, their lush leaves filtering the sunlight streaming in through the window. Horse posters adorned the walls, reminders of my childhood passion for horses. In the center of it all was my desk, covered in scribbled notes and half-finished manuscripts.

A mental block had plagued me for months which was a writers worst nightmare, but my chance encounter with Daya had seemed to break the spell. He had such a positive impact on me and I had felt an instant connection with him. As I went though our conversation in my mind from both outside the resturant and over text, ideas seemed to flow effortlessly from my mind.

I sat down at my desk and opened my laptop, my fingers dancing across the keyboard. A story began to take shape infront of my eyes, it was a tale of two cowboys who find love within one another, amidst the toxic masculinity that surrounded them. The words flowed from me like a river, each sentence revealing a new layer of depth and complexity and the tale of love was one I was hoping to be able to watch between me and Daya in real life.

As I wrote, I found myself thinking about him. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was more than just a passing acquaintance. I pulled out my phone and sent him a text, my fingers trembling slightly.

"Hey, how are you today?", I didn't expect a reply anytime soon, I had no idea what he did during the day, or how often he worked. But to my surprise I almost instantly had a reply "hey, I'm great how are you? I'm still thinking about last night, can't get over how much of a jerk that guy was!". His response made a smile spread across my face with ease.

We exchanged texts for hours, talking about last night and sharing our thoughts on books, movies, and our own lives. I couldn't help but smile as I read his messages. He was funny, intelligent, and incredibly supportive of everything I said.

I knew it was dumb, as I'd probably never even see him again even though I hoped I would. I decided to tell him that I was trans, I'd rather he found out now incase he freaked and I never heard from him again. I prepped myself for heartbreak as I typed my message.

"I know it's not really relevant, but just so you know I'm actually trans, and I haven't had surgery yet but I'm on hormones." I felt sick as I waited for his response, worried that I'd be blocked and I wouldn't hear from him again. "Thank you so much for sharing that with me Bosco, you are so brave. You're just as much as a woman to me as anyone is, a beautiful one at that".

Tears welled up in my eyes as I read his response. I had never felt so accepted before, and considering it was someone who I'd just met made me melt inside.

"Thank you so much Daya, that really means a lot" a smile had spread across my face as I kept rereading his response, "I mean it Bosco, you are amazing."

We arranged to meet for coffee the next day, and I couldn't wait. I was a mixture of both nerves and excitement, I couldnt wait to see him in 'normal' circumstances. I finished writing up my story, feeling a sense of closure I hadn't experienced in a long time as I closed my laptop.

I was a bag of nerves all evening, worrying about tomrrow. I desperately wanted it to go well, and was terrified of it ending up like it did with Ben but I knew Daya was so much better than that. I had to force myself to eat dinner, the nerves making it hard to eat.

I took a shower to try and relax myself, letting the warmth of the water sooth my tense body. I wash my hair, the sweet smell of the shampoo filling up my bathroom. I get out of the shower and do my skincare routine before drying off my hair, my curls springing into shape as my hair dried.

I climb into bed feeling satisfied at my days work, I loved the story I had written up and it had given me inspiration for several more stories like it. I check my phone and see a goodnight text from Daya, and he had reiterated our plans for tomorrow. Filling me back up again with the nerves I'd managed to ignore most of the evening.

The next day came quickly which surprised me, I had expected to toss and turn all night, but the mental exhaustion of writing all day seemed to knock me out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I arrived at the coffee shop filled with anticipation and anxiety. Daya was already there, sitting at a small table in the corner. As I approached him, my heart skipped a beat. He was even more handsome than I remembered. Especially in his regular clothes.

"Bosco,"he said grinning, his voice a warm caress. "It's great to see you again." He stood up as I approached and pulled out my chair for me, pushing me in closer to the table once I'd sat down on it.

We spent hours talking and laughing, lost in each other's company. I felt a connection with him that I had never felt with anyone before. It was as if he understood me in a way that no one else ever had and he saw me as me. He didn't try to label me.

As we walked to the exit of the coffee shop  and prepared to go our seperate ways, he took my hand and looked into my eyes.

"I really like you, Bosco," he said softly "I'd like to see you again, if that's something you'd like too?" 

I smiled and nodded. "I'd like that too, Daya."

"Are you okay getting home? Do you want me to walk you?" His offer melted my heart, "I'm okay, I literally live right there" as I pointed to my apartment building which was directly across the street from the shop.

"Oh" he laughed, "that's lucky".

"What about you? Will you be okay getting home?" I ask, now concerned about him getting back to his apartment.

"I think I'll be okay, see that building there" as he pointed to a building 2 buildings behind my own. "I live right there".

My heart fluttered as I realised how close he lived to me. "Damn" I said laughing, "that's crazy". A smile spread across both of our faces as we went our seperate ways back to our respective apartment buildings.

I felt like I was walking on air. I had finally found someone who accepted me for who I was, and who made me feel truly seen. As I walked home, I couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, I had found something well someone, truly special.