There was always this mysterious hint of something spiritual around us, following us. It was more of an inner knowing than anything else, mixed with some eerie synchronicities that would scare the shit out of you if you didn't know what was happening.
Love
Chapter 7
The love was so immense, the connection so strong, and the potential so real that I started to freak out internally. It would physically hurt to be away from him. I didn't understand it.
Chapter 6
Reluctantly, because he thought it would be cheesy to tell me in the moment, he said that déjà vu meant that you were exactly where you were supposed to be...on the right path. We kissed.
Chapter 5
The "tough guy" was right...the love does go on. In fact, I've learned that love, if true, is the only thing that never goes away...
Chapter 4
I dreamt that I was alone in a field of wildflowers surrounded by woods. It was sunny and warm and bright and breezy...
Chapter 3
You think you understand love until you recall memories like that...patience, unselfishness, perseverance...that's love.
Chapter 2
Betsy had become a saving grace throughout my sobriety. She was brought to me via divine orchestration. I know this now.
Chapter 1
Twenty years today. Continuous. Unconditional. Sobriety.
In Bloom 