Ahhh Cairo… crazy city of 15 million+ from the moment I arrived I knew it was going to be interesting. What I didn’t know is that I would fall in love with someone. Not sure if you remember my 1st post on Egypt from a while ago… about a gay date through the streets of Cairo? Well it turned out to be more than just a date. It evolved into something more and fast. I will never forget having our 1st cup of tea together in a little café at the spiffy Opera House. At that time I would have never guessed everything that would happen.
After that we ended up spending every moment we could together while I was in Cairo. If he worked during the day I’d sight see so we could spend the nights together. If he was off during the day we would spend it together and then enjoy each other presence at the hostel at night. It was new it was fresh it was amazing. I really liked this guy a lot and was enjoying every minute we were together. I had met many of his friends and enjoyed their company as well. Everyone spoke English so it was easy to communicate with each other.
I left Cairo for the 1st time for a few days when I headed to Siwa Oasis to visit the Sahara Desert. I came back and we still spent every moment we could together. I left for the 2nd time when I made my way to Aswan and Luxor. I spent a week down there exploring the many temples, visiting a beautiful Island, and riding a hot air balloon over Luxor. While I was down there I also extended my VISA for Egypt, because I knew 30 days was NOT going to be enough time to do every thing I wanted. I also purchased a return ticket to India. I was falling in love with Egypt and little did I know I was falling in love with him too. I knew I wanted to come back to see more of Egypt for sure, I didn’t know at the time I was going to want to come back to see him. I arrived back in Cairo after a week away and again spent every moment I could with him.
My next trip away was too Dahab where I spent a week loosing track of time, but I was missing him so much and before I had left things had changed a bit. His friend who had let us stay a few nights there let me know that when I get back I no longer needed to stay at a hostel. That when I get to Cairo I can come straight to his apartment because we could now stay in a spare bedroom he has. I thanked him and in my head couldn’t believe it. I’d be moving in with a guy I like in an apartment in Cairo. I came back from Dahab and arrived in Cairo around midnight & he was waiting for me at Tahrir Square where we made our way to his friend’s apartment. He had mentioned to me that he had been working too much and didn’t have time to fix up the spare bedroom so would still need to sleep in his friend’s room. In the back of my head I was upset, but understood and was just happy to be with him and out of a hostel. We arrived at the apt and moments later he surprised me with a clean bedroom and a mattress (he got for free from the hostel). Ahh it was amazing we were going to have our own bedroom for the next 2 weeks.
My birthday was coming up and he took a day off before my birthday so we could spend it all day together. Normally for my birthday I love going all out and having a huge dinner and party (like last time). This year though all I wanted to do was spend it with my new friends in the apt having kosheri and a few beers. That’s what I told him and he said that was fine. Later that night he surprised me with a room filled with balloons, streamers, cake (with candles) and a gift (a new beautiful watch) along with all our friends. I couldn’t believe it, it was one of the sweetest things ever and from that moment I knew I truly loved him.
The next few days were magical we spent every minute we could together and loving every minute of it. I loved this guy and hadn’t felt this way towards another man in years. In my eye’s he was perfect and treated me the way I had always wanted a man to treat me. We make each other laugh and smile and makes me feel special, but then came the hard part. I knew I was leaving on March 4th to spend 3 months exploring India. It had already been my plans for a long time and knew I didn’t want to change them and would be coming back to Egypt anyway.
The last few days in Cairo were hard… every minute we’d spend together we knew it would be one less minute we’d have together. The night before we both spent it in tears and just holding each other. We knew it wasn’t goodbye, but a see you later. The next morning we had agreed that he was not going to come with me to the airport because it would just be hard for the both of us. So we got in the cab together and dropped him off at work. I stepped outside gave a huge hug and got back in the cab and made the long journey to the airport.
I turned around caught one last glimpse of him then looked forward and held the tears back all the way to the airport. I’ve now been in India a week and to tell you the truth it’s been tough adjusting to this country, but making it more difficult is that I do miss him and a lot. I think about him all the time and miss the comfort of our bedroom and his arms around me. I know it’s going to be hard and know if I wanted too I could fly back to Cairo tomorrow, but I know I am doing the right thing by doing what I want to do and explore India for 3 months before heading back. It’s going to be hard for the both of us, but I know he understands as much as I do. In the mean time I can only make the most of our situation and enjoy the present, because no one knows what tomorrow holds.