In May of this year, I flew to Seoul, South Korea, to visit the city where I grew up, which is a great love of my life. Daniel. He and my beautiful husband Jonny are my two great loves. My life includes a wealth of embarrassment when it comes to great love. One of the privileges of diverse atoms is an open, curious, and loving heart.
I had known Daniel since 2005, but I forgot about him until I met him again in 2007. After two years of intense romantic long-distance friendship, in 2009, we had a delicious series of attempts during a 7-week visit to Seoul, and by the end, we fell in love. It was time for me to fly home to New York City.
Since then, my love and desire for Daniel have never faded and have only strengthened. I tried to forget him for years and "become friends." I realized that I could fall in love with one person while jumping from one relationship to another, leading me to a polynomial. One boyfriend demanded that I stop talking to Daniel as proof of my commitment to him. For a year, I did. When that fool left me, my first phone call was to Daniel, and I promised him.