It is crazy to think that one night, one meeting, one moment could change everything.
You know the saying, “when one door closes another one opens” well a few months ago, every door had closed all in an instant. My plans began to derail, self-doubt began to occupy my mind and my optimistic character what being challenged. I felt like I had enough.
I don't know how I was convinced to join my friend at a happy hour that night, but looking back, my destiny was clearly written before that day.
As I walked through a sea of people, I felt a knot in my stomach, a realization came to mind, I felt alone, even with so many people around me.
Finally, I found a little corner at the bar and decided to settle in. After waiting a couple minutes to be served I was finally taking a sip of my vodka water (with three lemons of course) when a barbarian knocked it all over my off the shoulder nude dress.
I had officially had enough and I was ready to go home.
After finally being offered another drink by the barbaric man that aggressively tarnished my new dress, I was ready to head out and wallow in my sorrows, however, the universe had other plans for me.
I can't remember how we started talking but I do remember a sense of intrigue when I looked into his wisdom-filled eyes. His alpha male presence in combination with his rugged good looks and cocky attitude drew me in like a moth to a flame. The conversation between us was flowing more than the alcohol pumping through our veins- I had found my new drug of choice.
As time passed, I began to see that this man, was a man that was pure of heart, pure of thought, a man with pure intentions.
I have spent years writing about finding love, I have written so much about it I have made a career out of my quest for my perfect match. The problem with this is, I never really thought about what would happen after I found him.
It has always been so easy for me to put my feelings into words. I have described, in detail, my pains, my doubts, and my beliefs but I have never truly shared my joy.
As an artist, I guess I strive off hurt, perhaps it is a coping mechanism perhaps it is my way drawing inspiration but I am able to channel my pain into my work and in return, I heal myself.
Now, I find myself in a situation that is more foreign to me then I am able to admit. I find myself in a state of happiness and bliss. I have finally found what I deserve and I know now I am unable to be jinxed, not this time, not ever again.
Looking back on that summer night and the fortunate stroke of serendipity that lead me to you. I am grateful for all those doors closing, because of that night, the most important door opened- the door that brought us together.
