travel around the world for a couple of years with my love

My ex and i met in Asia. Vietnam, to be specific. We had sex everywhere, moved in together, and travelled all over the region-Bali being my favourite. We never had sex on a beach, but I did shortly following our breakup-with a german man whose name I cannot remember. It wasn’t bad, but make sure you take a shower after. I had a sunburn and the bed ended up covered in sand. Not fun.
The last man that I dated was a perfectly nice guy—a provider type, who, even after we broke up, would take me to the doctor if I needed a ride, would help me out of any situation, and would take me to a movie to make me feel better. If you’re about to tell me that he was in love with me, well, we probably were in love with each other just a little bit. But the reason why we broke up was because I just couldn’t picture myself travelling with him anywhere. I knew that within a short while he would stifle me, I would get bitter, and that would be that. We’d be ended.
And so I ended it.
I loved travelling—of speeding through the alleys on the back of motorbikes, of snorkelling in the ocean, seeing thailand, singapore, malaysia and cambodia. I’d go back in a heart beat. All the better to share an amazing experience with the man that I love… :)