A Magic Moment
Our eyes met and I was frozen where I stood. Grounded into the earth. Fully present in my body. Safe.
Most people make me feel the complete opposite. Untethered. Scattered into a million little pieces and split between all of those pieces all at once. On edge.
But not him.
He wasn’t my type. His blond hair and freckles threw me for a loop; as did his casual, carefree look, his use of slang, and his bad-boy air, juxtaposed with his straight-edge way of life. An anomaly.
And yet, I looked into his eyes and I recognized something in them. Behind them. Beyond them! He was a warm, weighted blanket. Sunlight reflecting on the full-bodied moon. A summer breeze kissing my skin.
He was home.
I didn’t have words for it. Or the capacity to understand what was moving between us in the brief seconds that ticked by—before I came to, before I was prompted to keep moving, before the magic moment had passed.
I knew him. But I didn’t know him. We had never met. Not in this lifetime.
But I would come to know him. Intimately. On the deepest levels. He would awaken me to myself as a woman. He would show me what a safe relationship looks and feels like. He would become exactly what I knew he was. My home.
But not forever.
This is a true story. And it’s not the only time I’ve recognized someone beyond their physical form, or knew that they would become a meaningful part of my life before they ever did.
Soul-level romance is a theme I find myself weaving into my fiction—probably because it’s been a huge part of my life. But I don’t write romance.
Romantic love and connection are like a heartbeat that keeps my writing alive. But first and foremost, my stories are about women who decide to see what it’s like to follow their hearts.
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