In the restaurant, we are holding hands, rubbing noses occasionally, whispering in each others’ ears. From any stranger’s point of view, we are a happy couple. All of my friends, most of whom haven’t talked to me since I graduated from college, are wondering how this all got started again. They look at each other, commenting on how happy we look and remarking on the stark contrast between now and one year ago. I smile, because, at last—he makes me feel like he’s mine.

At home is a different story. As we go to bed, I make the silly mistake of saying “I love you,” and immediately regret the verbal no-no, as he visibly struggles to change the subject. Could so much change over the last few months? In July, we still ended phone calls with those words, anticipating the day we could say it to each other in person again. Sure, we decided to see other people, but could those months erase two years of being in love? Continue reading Amy Tran's blog