The Universe That Became Ours
Abused, broken, beat down to my very core. Bloody, weak, exposed. Threatened by chemo, I clawed my way to downtown to meet some stranger.
Deceived, broken, beat down to your very core. Bloody, weak, tired. You clawed your way to downtown to meet some stranger.
Two strangers, shaking as they take their first risk in months. One vodka martini, one Grey Goose 7 up.
And in an instant my size 0 waist, un-smudged black eyeliner and designer bag don’t matter. Your messy strawberry blonde hair, fear of being loved unconditionally, inability to trust others dissipates.
In a breath we have created our own universe where I can be any size I want and you know you are worthy of love. Meeting aliens we never thought existed in this world, our insecurities die in the atmosphere of this new universe that we never imagined could be for real.
Euphoria, acceptance, belief. Unconditional love, laughter, authenticity. In a moment we are reborn, together.
And this is how it starts, my love. This is the beginning of becoming who you are and receiving everything you are worthy of. This is true life(love) at its greatest.
All you have to do is breathe.