I saw my hopes fly out of my mouth, like bits of magic mixed into my breath, floating in the air, waiting to reassemble into some wonderful reality. This is not the end. It’s a breath in a series of long, deep inhales and exhales. And the journey never ends. I saw my love for you dissolve into the oxygen in the air and I knew I’m on the right path once again. Whole and not grasping at straws, accepting reality. Believing in fantasy, living in reality. And the universe only spins forward.
One day those particles will find themselves into someone else’s mouth, and that love will manifest in a beautiful way. I know this because love is always beautiful, no matter what. Always.
So thanks for the little blessing of love, no matter how small, how diluted, how imperfect and now yearning.
It was beautiful.
“I believe that my life’s gonna see the love I give return to me.”