travelling. It was during my third month in the States that I met Sam . She was sat in a park reading a book, and I swear, she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I mean, stunningly beautiful. Before I even knew what I was going to say, I found myself walking over and asking if she minded if I joined her. When she looked up, we just stared at each other for what felt like hours." Darcy closed her eyes, remembering. "It was like a poem or something. Time stopped, everything faded, it was just us that existed." She gave a small laugh and looked at me, shyly. "It was totally cheesy! But I'd never been so captivated by anyone before. She had long black hair, and these intense blue eyes that almost hypnotised me when I looked into them. When we finally got our mouths working again, we started talking. We talked all day, then arranged to meet the next day, and the day after that. It was so romantic, really. We were both aware of this incredible attraction we felt toward each other, but we were both too shy to actually say anything about it! Instead we became really close friends that hung out all day every day. It was five weeks before we got the courage up to admit we liked each other as more than friends, another week after that before we actually kissed."
As Darcy spoke I could hear the raw emotion in her voice, and I felt myself drawn into her story.
"What was it like?" I found myself asking.
"It was…oh wow, it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before! Physically it was soft, sensual, perfect. Emotionally? Beautiful, breath-taking, incredible! It felt like love!" Darcy shrugged. "Because her family, well, more specifically her dad, were really homophobic, we decided to go travelling together. We spent the next seven months touring the states, but it was more a chance to explore our feelings for each other. I mean, I couldn't tell you much about the places we visited to be honest. I just cared that we were together and happy.
However, I had to retu rn back to Britain, and Sam decided to come back with me because neither of us could bear to be apart. Plus, we'd been sleeping together for a couple of months by then, so we were deeply connected on a spiritual, emotional and physical level. She stayed with me here for six months until her visa ran out, then I just flew straight back over there with her. That was when the problems began." Darcy started fidgeting with her hands and I felt a strong urge to hold them in my own. She was obviously still very affected by what had happened. "Sam's mother's family were Indians. Not as in from India, but American Indian. Her dad, however, was a good old fashioned, pure bred cowboy from the south, and although her mum would have been fine with us, he had very traditional beliefs. I mean, he thought homosexuality was the work of satan himself! So we kept our relationship to ourselves and as far as they all knew, we were just really good friends.
But then Sam went all weird. Whenever we were with her parents, she'd start talking about this amazing fiancée I had back here in the UK. She told her dad that I was engaged to this guy who was in the army, and was away for long periods of time in service. I had to play along with it, but I was devastated."
I reached out and took her hand, sensing she needed comfort, and she squeezed it gratefully.
"I know this sounds like my life story, but it's important that you know why I did what I did."
"It's fine. It's an interesting story. Please continue."
She chewed her lip as she recalled the events.
"The next time I came back to Britain, I came back alone because she didn't want her dad to get suspicious of the amount of time we were spending together. Even though we talked to each other on Skype all the time, it was heart wrenching not being with her. When she finally managed to get over to see me, it was only
As Darcy spoke I could hear the raw emotion in her voice, and I felt myself drawn into her story.
"What was it like?" I found myself asking.
"It was…oh wow, it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before! Physically it was soft, sensual, perfect. Emotionally? Beautiful, breath-taking, incredible! It felt like love!" Darcy shrugged. "Because her family, well, more specifically her dad, were really homophobic, we decided to go travelling together. We spent the next seven months touring the states, but it was more a chance to explore our feelings for each other. I mean, I couldn't tell you much about the places we visited to be honest. I just cared that we were together and happy.
However, I had to retu rn back to Britain, and Sam decided to come back with me because neither of us could bear to be apart. Plus, we'd been sleeping together for a couple of months by then, so we were deeply connected on a spiritual, emotional and physical level. She stayed with me here for six months until her visa ran out, then I just flew straight back over there with her. That was when the problems began." Darcy started fidgeting with her hands and I felt a strong urge to hold them in my own. She was obviously still very affected by what had happened. "Sam's mother's family were Indians. Not as in from India, but American Indian. Her dad, however, was a good old fashioned, pure bred cowboy from the south, and although her mum would have been fine with us, he had very traditional beliefs. I mean, he thought homosexuality was the work of satan himself! So we kept our relationship to ourselves and as far as they all knew, we were just really good friends.
But then Sam went all weird. Whenever we were with her parents, she'd start talking about this amazing fiancée I had back here in the UK. She told her dad that I was engaged to this guy who was in the army, and was away for long periods of time in service. I had to play along with it, but I was devastated."
I reached out and took her hand, sensing she needed comfort, and she squeezed it gratefully.
"I know this sounds like my life story, but it's important that you know why I did what I did."
"It's fine. It's an interesting story. Please continue."
She chewed her lip as she recalled the events.
"The next time I came back to Britain, I came back alone because she didn't want her dad to get suspicious of the amount of time we were spending together. Even though we talked to each other on Skype all the time, it was heart wrenching not being with her. When she finally managed to get over to see me, it was only
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