Truth

First Day of Spring

"Today I'm coming to you from the dance studio; I've been spending some time with our boy Chris breezy and it's been an amazing couple of days thus far- I'm going to learn a couple of moves today so come with me and let's observe the master at work".

"CUT!" 

I know you might be confused it sounds as if the shoot has just started but in reality, we have been filming for about five hours; this particular part I have just managed to consistently fumble. It's amazing how the simplest words can be the most difficult to remember- I look over at Chris he's smiling at me right down to the eyes. The film crew has already figured out that something is going on but being the professionals they are they've decided to stay out of it - internally I rejoiced when I realized just how truly disinterested the dancers and film crew are in the personal lives of celebrities, I guess the more years you spend in the trade the more immune you become.

I wonder how much longer our budding romance would stay private; I guess it's really helpful that I am a house bunny; our dates have consisted of nights spent watching old cartoon network reruns while eating copious amounts of junk food, he's taught me how to game and how to produce music; we've spent hours in his in-home studio recording songs - just for the fun of it. Somehow he got me to sing; he even got me into spraypainting and all forms of art and weird conspiracy theories. There is a great difference between Chris and Christopher; with Christopher being a slightly geeky homebody who loves art and Stevie Wonder and gets immersed in the world of Sci-Fi the more time I've spent with him is the more that I've realized just how sensitive he is. I've come to appreciate the need for the facade of "Chris" or even "Bhris" ; after the whole domestic dispute with Rihanna - he was no longer allowed to be innocent in any form at least not to the public that would ruin the storyline of RiRi being a #bawse and kicking this #thug to the curb.

He was supposed to be in the throes of a career hell; with no more success at all crushed and dismissed while she flew above him like some kind of phoenix but the reality is messier than a neat fantasy devised by females who happened to be victims of abuse to provide their redemption. When a relationship is toxic it normally takes two to tango; not that I haven't thought of the glaring elephant in the room yes I'm dating a man who has been abusive. Somehow though I truly don't care maybe denial is bliss; perhaps forgiveness heals all. 

I'm jolted out of my thoughts with his hands wrapped around me; I snuggle into his chest taking in his highly creative tattoos and the scent of sweat and good cologne. 

"Let's get out of here babygirl".

I took his hand in mine as we sauntered out of the studio snuggled and content.