Often I ask myself, is love really just a figment of one’s imagination when reality is, marriage is just a piece of paper stating two people’s lives being intertwined. Like any knot, it can come undone.
“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” ― Dr. Seuss
Today I have been fortunate enough to meet someone that I truly appreciate. When that figment of imagination becomes a reality. It’s ironic how fate messes with one’s mind. isn’t it?
Every child grows up with a bucket list, and with every year that passes, the list either gets longer or shorter. At the age of 28, I can honestly say I have no more than three items left on my list. Is it because I stopped dreaming or because I’ve accepted the reality of adulthood? Well neither! I have had the fortunate opportunity to be with strong, willing, loving men who have stepped into my life and helped me tick items off my list.
Growing up, I’ve always been a rough child and sometimes forgetting that physical inequality between genders will always be an issue. I pushed myself resulting in a body full of injuries, faced with the possibility of not being able to walk after 35. My dream is to become an author and guess what? you don’t need your legs to write. So I accepted my fate. I want to truly live out the next 7 years and accept that I will very likely be bound to a wheelchair thereafter…
Today, I stand before you hypothetically speaking, with the chance to continue walking, stepping on the stones to a writing career and I’m learning Spanish. This being the benchmark in my long or short life. I owe it all to the man that sleeps beside me every night. The el hambre that I owe my legs to, because my reality has become sweeter than any dream I can dream beside any other man.
“Will it last?” People ask… I don’t know, perhaps but I know that I have loved wholeheartedly more than once and I can positively say that they too have loved me back. Love between two people can last a life time but it can also end when circumstances make an appearance. Love is a feeling shared between two people, not limited by time nor space, but the unspoken “it” that only two people will understand.
I love, was loved and now I live my life content and dream while I’m awake. I no longer know the difference between a dream and a reality. But should I be dreaming, I don’t want to wake up. If it is reality, then Lord please don’t make me go to sleep.