The Force That Refuses to be Reckoned With

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Always the best of intentions. Thinking so thoughtfully through each word before it’s chosen, the intention, the meaning, the reaction. Oh the reaction. It fills my whole being with anticipation and floods my brain with an ocean of dopamine. Tossing, twirling, spinning, twisting, a chaotic rush of complication fills every inch of my emotional capacity.

I burst at the very seams with visions of his face, strong and handsome, as if Donatello himself carved him from Italian marble. His eyes, green as Greek olives ripening on the branch, with a burst of amber radiating from the center, see me completely. His lips are a perfect fit against mine, breathing new life into every fiber of my being. His hands, soft and powerful, move along my curves with such intention, as if they’ve memorized the innumerable forms of my body. He gives me a high that nothing on the planet can touch. The rush of pure connection, the feeling of being enough, just the way I am, wholey complete and enveloped in his love, a perfect cocktail of ubiquitous intoxication.

A quiet and formidable force to be reckoned with, he navigates life with an unlikely mix of precision and free spirit. His humble nature blinds him from seeing what a guiding light he is for those he loves. Compassion and benevolence frame his intentions as he sees the best in everyone, especially me. Like a child paralyzed with wonder and awe, I look at him, baffled and overwhelmed that he chose me.

His motivation is like a storm of determination that wraps me up in its fervent gusts of wind and carries me to a place of miraculous change and evolution. With him by my side we’ve seen the most beautiful aspects of life, explored the world, waged war against fear and doubt, fought to become the people we’ve always wanted to be, met our higher selves, and above all else learned that love will always be the truth, the answer, the cure, the miracle, the force that refuses to be reckoned with.

Twisting and twirling through galaxies, transcending time and space together, a love that predates this world. As infinite as the universe we hold inside, ours is a love that even time will lie down and be still for.

 

 

2 thoughts on “The Force That Refuses to be Reckoned With

  1. WOW!
    Just no other words to describe how beautiful this piece is written and how it expresses the true essence of Love.

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