Booze stripped our judgment and wisdom while we attempted to get our respective points across to one another. We both consumed high percentages of alcohol that night, and probably shouldn’t have driven home. “Is he serious? I know I’m making perfect sense, right? Who gives a shit; he’s being a sensitive queen right now.” Part of me wished I could hear what was going through his head in between the audible explosions we were triggering. Thank goodness for roommates that’ll take you on a walk down the street at however-many-hours-past-midnight to make you vent; expelling any venomous thought that remained. On this particular night – filled with dark, inquiring clouds – there would be no understanding, reasoning, or love. Was this part of love? Blinded by the event of our first big fight, the only thing we felt that night was the air tunnel our parted bodies forged beneath cold, wrinkled sheets.
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Miller was born and raised in Anchorage, Alaska, and graduated from Indiana University Bloomington with a BA in Music Business. Gays in the Life was a blog meant to highlight the similarities and differences between gay and heterosexual relationships, and still does on occasion, but has morphed into a greater lifestyle and relationship blog. From Pinterest projects and decor to facing hard truths in career and love, this blog is inspired by Miller's personal experience with life and everything in between. Topics outside of the relationship category on Gays in the Life include low-carb health, fitness, and wellness. Miller currently resides in Indianapolis with his husband and their dog, Reynold. View all posts by Jamal