

Your eyes are home. Your embrace is a safe haven from the chaos of the world. Simply being in each other’s presence inspires more of our individual best to rise up and shine through. For so many years, it wasn’t this way. In fact, if we could tell our exhausted, resentful, hurting, lonely selves that this would one day be our reality, we wouldn’t believe it. Remember the times I felt physically repulsed at the thought of your touch? Remember that night you told me “I hate you! And I hate your eyes looking at me—I see SATAN in your eyes!” as I screamed back with all my wrathful might, “fuck you! I fucking hate you, too! I’M DONE.” We were fucking crazy, blindly fumbling through the mess of our traumas and pain we repeatedly projected onto each other. Returning to love—CHOOSING to love—again and again. Not even necessarily choosing to love each other, at least not at first…but learning how to choose to love ourselves, WITHIN our union. We have walked the impossible path, the one that wasn’t supposed to even exist. The path that led us back to ourselves, our hearts, our fears, our desires…and along that path, we found each other. Not again, but for the first time. My Love, as we keep expanding and transforming again and again, shedding old skin and stretching another set of new wings…I will keep “learning” you. I’ll keep learning me. And I’ll keep learning us. Here’s to the ever-unfolding becoming, Wild Ones.