I went back to him with my bags and we just sat. We were both acting out because the trip was ending and my friend John told me- look, you're younger, but someone's gotta stick through this. Like meltdown-and-everyone-was-asking-if-we're-okay big. We had a pretty big argument towards the end of our trip, really big. Yeah, it's fucking gross, but we just wanted to be with each other. Or we'd have discussions where we agree to skip showering. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm not embarrassed anymore if I fart in the bathroom and I know he could hear it. I'd wake up early to put on concealer and go back to bed and everyone thought I had perfect skin. I'd write down conversational points and poetic things to say. There were advertising and management elements, and business too. When I was younger, dating older men always felt like work.
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I don't understand how some people skate by with their older foreign partners, but for me, it is a lot of work. Not only it is intergenerational, but it is also international. I understand some more now about the nature of the relationship. I used to never walk away but I do it more and more now. When he stresses me out (we're both unfair people), I'd walk away and come back later. Oh, I also need to go to bed as six hours are no longer enough for me. I used to, no problem, and everyone loved it when I was drunk. When I take a nap, I need time to be on my feet again. I'd drop everything and fly with them somewhere. Still, sometimes, I worry that it's getting harder and harder for me to be with older men. On his last day, he told me that his arm can go up to his chin now (before the trip, it only reached his chest). He protected me all those times forever ago and I felt good that I could do the same for him this time. I remember going in front of him with my arms wide open to protect him. There were monkeys and a boar and he was afraid. We took an Uber everywhere and there was a night when he wanted to take five different Ubers and I said that it was tiring me and he cried and told me that he can't walk very far. "They're like peanuts to you," I said to him and he laughed. He used to not believe in doctors but he takes seven pills every day these days. One night, it was so cold that he wet the bed. I can't get by with just a smile anymore. I was too young when the pandemic began, and I lost everything. He said I talked in my sleep on more nights. It was the first time we were together again since the pandemic began. I said goodbye to him at the airport today.