Savior of a Beautifully Unknown Day
I woke up to my baby beaming with warmth that called me in so favorably that I knew it would be hard to leave later on. I snuzzled him like a bear, smelling his freshly trimmed beard knowing something feral comes out of me when he looks like a lumberjack. I laid curled up beside him, my right arm taking note of his new muscles. I was yearning for some more affection but I knew we had company coming over soon and I needed to shower and get ready for what I knew was going to be a long night.
I wore my deep red knee high heeled leather boots with mom shorts, black one piece and dark charcoal fleece overcoat accented with gold jewelry. I felt the most beautiful I have had in a while and I knew my life took note. Before the best friend, my babe, and myself left we smoked a joint, the boys some beers and an aperol spritz for myself. It wasn’t technically summer, but that’s what I knew my day was going to feel like. The aura I was carrying was of authenticity encompassed in hues of golden orange, deepest red, and specks of midnight blue and pink. I felt like a phoenix of the kindest capacities - it was electric.
We arrived at a shipyard located on the water that was turned into a brewery with views of the skyline that I knew matched who I was seeing myself as right now. We took a seat with the sun brushing our coats and skin with the smoothest of touches. Laughter filled the air like it was acknowledging the great day ahead of us. My man was talking with his best friend while his hand caressed and squeezed my leg sending me into a frenzy, especially from not being able to have him earlier. I knew it drove him crazy that we didn’t have each other yet that day because his hand was starting to inch closer to my pussy with every touch of my thigh. We finished our drinks and I thanked the universe for having the best friend go to the bathroom because if I didn't get to kiss my love in that moment it felt like my heart would have imploded from the heartache of not having any skin to skin connection. Something about today was making my love for him more powerful than I had felt in a while.
As we finished our small make-out session, I grabbed his hand knowing that some eyes were on us. He gripped my hand gently, but protectively while I led the way out of the lot. There is no better feeling than being confident in who you are and who you have that exuding your aura, beauty, and kindness while standing tall doesn’t feel awkward or cocky, but something that you hope people see, smile, and take with them into their lives.
Although I did the work to be able to say I am that person, I couldn’t have done it without the man that stands strong, but tender by my side no matter what state I am in. Supporting me to stay, while in days of depression and pity.
We arrived at an amazing and authentic Italian restaurant next. Our hands were intertwined underneath the table happily making unknown gang signs out of love wishing they were somewhere else a bit warmer. The feeling in the air was as if you were listening to Billie Eilish’s HIT ME HARD AND SOFT album for the first time.
I distracted myself by rehearsing my order in my head - “I’ll have the fettuccine bolognese and an espresso martini please”. But I didn’t want to miss how his jaw line was sharper, his smile was brighter, and his eyes shimmered with happiness but a hint of seduction when he looked my way.
After eating and having a fun conversation filled with conspiracy theories and old memories, we headed to the car to go home.
Remembering to stay in the moment, I looked out the window thanking the moon and stars for letting me have the love of my life so early and challenging us to continue to learn and grow because I know that means we’re not at our final form of loving each other. I stored that thought away into my ‘happiness you have’ box.
As we all got into the house we put our comfortable clothes on and decided we were going to take a trip or two. As this was only my second time trying, I was a little nervous, but more excited than anything knowing my perspective was going to change and that I had my man next to me if I needed anything. Trip 1 and 2 were beautiful and giggly. Trip 3 was overwhelming, but magical, inspiring, rescuing, and something that I'll never truly be able to describe. When I grabbed for him on minute 2, he was my savior as I was shot by an overwhelming saddened, beautifully artistic and colorful, but at peace euphoric utopia that was my mind and heart finally understanding each other. He held me so tightly that the reassurance that he was giving himself seeped into me, settling my entirety into a puddle of giggling lightness floating back down to my physical on Earth.
As I sat up to drink some water, it’s as if it immediately transferred into my tear ducts. I held the tears back as a look crossed between the two of us that made my heart burst into a huge garnet - something so rare, especially of this size, beautiful, but vulnerable, guarded by the strength of confidence, trust, and self-worth instilled in me by my man. I hugged and kissed him deeply as if it was our last lip-lock.
The exhaustion completely took over after we Doordashed Jack n’ the Box eating tacos, french toast sticks, chicken nuggets, and an oreo milkshake.
When I got into bed, his strong arms wrapped around me while he pressed gentle, but affectionate kisses on my head and neck lulling me to sleep like a spell. His voice was low and scruffy, “I’m in love with you. Do you know that?”
I nodded knowing those words were the truest they had ever been.
“I will literally do anything for you and I will find a way to give you everything because you deserve it all.”
This man is the epitome of what every person who wants a partner deserves in their life.
