For those of you who don’t remember, Teddy and I met on an app, I learned of his marriage, and we began a torrid affair shortly afterwards. There’s a post [here] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6oz8g7/teddy_and_kitten_the_first_date_mf_m36_f23_long/) about our first date.
It’s been a little over four months since Teddy and I started talking. A whole summer of growing emotionally close while having to keep the physical side at bay, because of obvious reasons. I had already accidentally, albeit drunkenly, told him I was falling in love with him. A few days later, while separately but equally as shitcanned, he admitted the same. We called it “scary good and scary bad.”
In September, I moved back into the city for school, and suddenly a whole new world opened up. We no longer had to sneak around suburban bars and breathlessly handle each other in the backseat of a car. We could go on dates. Actual, legitimate dates. We often got breakfast, before he had to run to work and I had to bounce between classes. It was wonderful, just existing together in the city like a normal couple. What struck both of us was how natural and comfortable it felt. It had gone beyond just “an affair.”