Watching so many great stories as a kid, you start to absorb them and somehow begin to live them. The true love, the heart ache, the transformations.
The heartache you feel pulls you closer to the path your life should take. You long for something because it is meant for you. You are open to it. You want it. You need it.
To feel the texture of his lips against yours but first to imagine it before ever having kissed anyone you truly loved like that. The lust not for physical heat but for the unspoken energy swirling between you. You look away, he looks at you. You look back, he looks away. Until he can’t take it anymore and you stare intensely back at him. The momentum takes hold and he sweeps down as you perfectly raise your head, and somehow, without looking, your lips align as if this were the climax of your movie. Everything has led up to this moment. You kiss but its much more than two people’s lips connecting as you imagined. In fact you don’t feel that at all. You feel your hearts beat fast and deep. You feel his aura but not the physical being in front of you, holding you. The only proof he’s there is his fingertips digging into your waist while your hands grab the small of his back. You feel what it means to be whole. And as your souls greet each other, they know all, including that they will never be the same.
Here’s to the beginning of your happily ever after.
Here’s to proving that people are living fairytales every day. That we are alive, we are human and we are great. Because if we’re not being great, what are we doing? Why wouldn’t we go for it? Why wouldn’t we put love above all else?
There is enough pain in the world. We can feel this and appreciate it but we need to try not to cause it. We can prevent it. We can do more. For each other. For ourselves. We can be better. We can create magic.