The Mind It Wanders

Relationships come in all forms and sizes. 
mine is both big and small.
It is big because it means a lot to me.
Koa is my best friend, he is the one I punch (softly) in the ribs in the middle of the night and say “I need another hottie” and to his moan of objection comes another (soft) fist in the ribs followed by the word “NOW”. This happens one night a month, and I love him for it. He gets up and I get my sweet relief (a hot water bottle in Brisbane’s February? I must be insane!). 
I don’t think another man would be quite so lovely.
This small thing and a culmination of many other small things makes my relationship big. 
However, when looking at the relationship as a whole, in some lights it appears to be very small indeed. mundane. repetitive. ah the boredom. It is the center around which everything else happens, and at times everything else seems so much more important. 
But really, if koa wasn’t there, or at home in my bed, or out with his friends, if I didn’t know somewhere at the back of my mind that koa was out there and he was mine, I don’t think I’d enjoy everything else so very much.

It’s the little things that count. Today it just happens to be a hot water bottle at 3am and 25 degrees. Tomorrow it will probably be the washing up (which grows slowly during the day), the next day it will be something else, like excepting that I’ve gone out to dinner/drinks with my one-time lover, who I still fawn over.

No-one is quite like Koa.