Love Is On The Way
They’ve never met, but she already knows him and can effortlessly and without hesitation envision their future. He hasn’t met her either, but he’s dreaming the same, somewhere out there, preparing for something he knows is inevitable, and incredible.
When she closes her eyes and lets her imagination wander, it always relaxes into a poignant love story like no other; a scene so vivid, so lucid she can see every colour, feel the temperature of the air, feel the lush grass beneath her feet from their garden, smell the fragrant lilacs wafting through the windows of their small, white cottage on the hill above the sea, and she can already taste the essence of his lips as they press against hers.
Many would think her a dizzying romantic with her head in the clouds. She giggles to herself at the notion, but also feels proud of herself that after every broken home, broken dream, broken promise, broken hope, broken bone, and broken heart she has endured, she remains resolute in the exquisiteness of new beginnings and in the calmness and sanctitude of the happy ending she knows will come. Sure, she’s whimsical, but at this point in her life, she’s happy to hold her spark, as well as the willingness to welcome dazzling fireworks.
She also rationalizes her approach through sheer statistical probability. Could SHE be the only person in this world with wondrous visions for love? She’s not that special. She knows she’s not alone in wanting a unique and beautiful love; not to complete her, but to enhance the experience of living by sharing in all that makes us human. To her, there is nothing quite so intimate as vulnerability and a pleasure shared.
They are on an adventure for two, soaking up every new experience they can find; laughing, loving, and grateful. They play, endlessly. They taunt rules and expectations. They are carefree and silly. They radiate joy. They will travel, and be very much connected to the natural world. Their energy will be positive, sometimes profound, often passionate, but comfortable and freedom-laden in a way neither of them have ever known.
Their pleasures will be simple but stimulating to the senses and expansive in ways that can’t be measured. And they’ll both learn something new every day, as they remain hungry to grow in who they are and how they make their mark in these later years.
He will have memorized the lines of her shapely body, the lines on her forehead from a lifetime of overthinking, the lines under her eyes, proof that there has been laughter in her heart, the lines on her hips from battling her changing form over decades, and the lines on her belly that still make her tear up remembering the life created behind them. And when he gently runs his fingers over all of them, he feels grateful to hold so much of her history in his hands.
She, too will adore the magic of his slowly diminishing stature, thinning hair, graying bristles, softening muscles, and the spots on his hands. When they lay naked together, at ease, in peace and acceptance, with that warm summer breeze flowing through the wide-open shutters, the desire is stronger than they’ve ever experienced in earlier iterations of love, romance, or lust.
And when things get tough, one will gently and reassuringly pull the other along. They will do some good in the world and will offer love, strength, and support to those who need them; friends, family, animals, and total strangers.
They will make time for aloneness, where they still have passions beyond the whole, but they will always trust in the strength and safety of their collective. They will never fear the space between them because their foundation is so impermeable that nothing could ever diminish their wholeness. There’s simply no concept of fear. They’ll be part of something greater than themselves or their relationship.
She’ll have her passions; she will write, immerse herself in the natural world, photograph pretty things, spend time with her family and friends, and volunteer on meaningful matters of community. She will be always be surrounded by the things she adores most; dogs, hills, water, art, books, sprawling landscapes, nearby forests where she can get lost, and then find herself over and over again. She will dance in her kitchen and fall in love with yet another jazz musician, and their home, small with broad views all around will always have fresh cut flowers to remind them of the tenderness of life.
He will have his own unique passions. And when she sees him engaged with them, when she sees him light up from them, he will be the sexiest man alive. She’ll encourage him, as he does her. They will not share all of the same interests. It is in that space that they remain meaningfully autonomous. Is there anything more intoxicating than seeing someone you love lit up, wide-eyed with joy about something that means so much to them? She’ll be a puddle in those moments.
They will laugh, a lot. And they’ll like each other in such an unbreakable way, honouring the whole, beautiful, and ratty-tattered parts of each other ~ everything about each other that brought them to today.
They will love themselves the hardest, always. They will recognize their individual imperfections but will mostly laugh at them now, realizing just how superfluous they are. Sure, their passing years and their mistakes left each of them a little bruised beneath the surface, but they’ll reconcile that or at least allow the bruises to become less tender in time.
There is nothing they can’t safely share. Here, they can put down their sword and shield. With more time behind them than in front of them, and with the profound wisdom, empathy and understanding gained through the casualties of their pasts, together, they’ll tend freely to ghosts that may still haunt them. There will be no judgment. Just love.
And when their eyes meet in the rays of the early morning sun, the moon beams of a tired evening, in the moments of fear, the exhilaration of expansion, the sadness of loss, the joy of being alive, there will be a knowing, understanding, and appreciation for the other.
Wherever they are today, please be patient. The universe has a plan that will draw you willingly and undeniably together, when you’re both ready. Like the changing of seasons and the certainty of a tide’s rise and fall, trust in the surety of nature and all things in good time. Things this beautiful can’t be rushed anymore than you can force a flower to bloom.
Don’t worry for even a moment. Keep building your dreams, envisioning your wildest joys, loving yourself, living out your passions, and counting your blessings. Love is already here. And yes, THAT love is on the way.
♥️♥️
“At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.” ~ Warsan Shire
