(This took the entire start and end of a 6 month whirlwind romance to complete)

There Came a Day Where I Accidentally Found Myself Face to Face With My Best Friend

And we had only just met.

• I know how it sounds. Sappy childish bullshit dredged from some romantically idealized corner of a traumatized childhood example of what love looks like. But I’d tell you to go fuck your self for giving me that look and you’d know then and there that you were about to face your reasoning for the cynical knee jerk reaction.
• I know love. I know it on every level it can be felt. I know it’s Shadow self I know the intricately woven ways it can be weaponiZed against a vulnerable child too scared to speak up for his own justice. I know the lifeline it can be when someone else finally does.
• I know the related aspects of human connection like: trust, reliability, security, safety and nurturing, stability and awareness of self worth; the faith in others it can promote when it’s given from a place of “because I can” not just “because I’m supposed to”.

I am not a romantic person. I am not a believer in the “happily ever after” narrative. Not because I’m cynical or traumatized or jaded. But because love is only a facet of an energy that has…