nobhilllife:

Maybe one day we’ll find the place where our dreams and reality collide 😴❤️💙👬

I knew this would happen. Or maybe, because I was trying to avoid it so much, that I subconsciously made it happen. I never wanted to be one of those jet-setting celebrities that has a bed warmer in every state, every country. I kept my relationships informal and professional, paying top dollar for secrecy. New York, however, was a problem, because I developed a crush on the guy who works at the bakery under my condo. I am far too old to develop crushes on boys, but nonetheless it happened. It took me a little while to figure out why I only went down there when I thought he worked. When he noted sore feet because he doesn’t have money to buy good shoes as a student, I bought him new kicks. I made him cry. He insisted on making dinner for me. So, I invited him upstairs because my kitchen was better equip..

And now he pretty much lives here. I like having someone to watch the place when I’m in Los Angeles, and also because he was sleeping on a sofa in a shitty apartment and had no privacy or quiet place to study. I have enough money that I don’t need his rent, and I like to think I’m ‘investing’ in his future by supporting him while he gets his degree. Of course, when you phrase it like that, it seems informal, like I’ve just hired a house-sitter.

But most house-sitters don’t sleep in your bed, or give you the most delicious teasing handjobs, or leave you a late-night snack when you get home at 4 am from shooting.

So, somehow I found myself having lots of wonderful mornings like these, which is him curled up on top of me asleep (he always gets up once to pee and comes back to bed), and me reading over a script I’ve been offered. Under our window, New York comes to life. When you travel a lot, you spend a lot of mornings waking up alone in hotel rooms. This, to me, is heaven

I just hope the tabloids never find out about this. I like to pretend on mornings like this that we are normal people, having normal lives. If the cameras show up, he’ll be driven away, I know it. He’ll run off in those shoes I bought him, and I’ll never see him again. Luckily, he understands the risk. We have cover stories in case we get surprised. But it makes me sad. I don’t want to live like this…but he doesn’t seem to mind. And if I can live like this now, and still have him, then I’ll do it for as long as I can. It’s nice to be in love.

I put an arm over his shoulder, lean in, and kiss his forehead. As long as I can.

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Captions are fictional. Can’t find source – anyone know?