Something…. because it’s not at all worked out. If I won, earned, deserve, merit the love I have now, does that mean that I did not earn, deserve, merit love before, in my previous arrangement? That’s where my mind goes. My true, true, honest, transparent, clear, complicated, adoring beloved man (longtime readers… there aren’t any any more, but if there were, they would notice that I never wrote this way about Daniel) says that there is no earning. There is happening. This year has been about putting myself in the path of happening and letting happening… happen.
I almost didn’t. I almost ran away. I sat across the table from myself (that’s what our first date was like) and because I had been taught not to value myself, I didn’t value this man. I’ll call him Will, because that’s who Dorothea belonged with all along. Dorothea and Daniel were from two very different stories. They did not intersect in literature. Anyway, I tried to walk away, or run away.
No, there is no merit here, just love, luck, the wit to say yes when someone said, “Are you quite sure?” No, I wasn’t sure. I am sure now.
Today I texted him: “I felt my heart breaking all day, breaking to make room for my love for you and yours for me.” He called me to make sure I meant breaking in a good way. I laughed till I almost fell out of my chair. We are ridiculous in the most beautiful ways with each other.
Will I be boring now that I am so happy? There is always work to worry about it. And Milo… although he came over and now I am fine and settled and believe in his goodness. He isn’t punishing me, he’s just selfish in an age-appropriate way.
And I write to see my happiness– here it is! Unearned, beautiful, necessary.