Secret Love Nest

This Right Here

August 27th of this year dawned brightly and beautifully. I look at the man sleeping beside me.

It's his birthday.

Dayu will celebrate his 25th birthday with his fans later. He will sing for them. Have games with them. Take pictures with them. Have fun with them.

But at this moment? He is all mine.

This guy. He turns my life upside down. I didn't plan to be in a committed relationship at the age of 24. I never even plan to live with someone in one house until maybe when I am in my late thirties.

No. I didn't plan to be domestic until later in my life.

I even once thought that I will marry a woman and have a family. Yeah...I thought of that, once a upon a time. Even when I already discovered that I am gay and I love dicks and ass. Yeah...I thought, sure marry a woman and have a kept man on the side.

Marry a woman for stability. Have a man for love and passion.

I was a doucebag. I know. That was bad. Really bad. But I was like 22 when I thought of that so...yeah, I was still sooo young back then. LOL.

(You guys are not laughing so yeah, lame joke.)

Don't listen to me as I was immature.

But Dayu changed all that. He is a game changer. A miracle even.

I mean, imagine me, married to a woman. I will still look hot and my wife will probably be a print ad model or someone equally hot and we will probably schedule sex before we actually did the act. And she will not want to have a baby early on our marriage so my mother will probably hate my wife. So there...imagine that.

Me married to a woman. Dayu will either die laughing at me or be so enrage that he will kill me.

Either of the two scenarios is very possible.

No, let's be serious now. Dayu is turning 25 today. He was excited about his party later before we go to bed last night. He was finally excited. Unlike yesterday afternoon, after his final rehearsal, when he was freaking out.

Dayu: (talking with someone via video call on his phone) Is everyone okay? Are you all ready for tomorrow? What do you mean you guys are not ready? What?! The costumes are still not done?! Then what will we do? Do I have to dance there naked? I will do that! I will dance in front of everyone naked to give them the performance I worked hard to practice but can't dance because my costume is not done yet! I will really do it. Oh you are just joking? The costumes are done. Well, fuck you! Why will you lie to me about that?!

Silence as he listens to what the other person is saying.

Dayu: Why am I shouting? Well it's because you are a jerk! You are my stylist, you know I am stressed enough already and very excited about tomorrow then you will joke that the costumes are not done yet. I am tense! I don't know how to stop being tense. I am like a sensitive nuclear bomb or a disgusting boil that is ready to erupt. One tiny bitty touch on me and boom! I am done.

Silence again.

Dayu: I am sorry too, if I shouted at you. But really a joke needs perfect timing to be funny and you missed that timing by like a thousand miles. Yes. You are not funny. I love you too. See you tomorrow. Yay! It's my birthday. Okay. Bye.

Listening to Dayu when he is like that is like angel's singing to me. It calms me.

You know, when the person you know will explode just exploded. Dayu being predictable is so satisfying on me. I hate mystery. Give me Dayu's predictable reactions on things and I am a happy man.