Journey 2 Zendipity

I was not born for shallow waters.
I was born for something more.
I was born the kind of love that makes the air electric, the kind that unarms you, heals you, eases your soul, and excites you.
Maybe even the kind that scares you a bit,
because you never thought it was possible to feel so much depth.

I want fire and softness both: the slow burn and the steady flame.
A love that breathes with me, that speaks the truth even when it feels like pain.
That believes in transparency over perfection,
in inclusion of me, even in the trenches, over isolation, where we can’t bloom.

I want to be met with open eyes,
by someone who can see every scar and still choose me.
Someone who believes that vulnerability is sacred,
that accountability is a love language,
that growth is a necessity,
and comfort is only a setting.

I crave the kind of connection that doesn’t flinch at my depth,
that doesn’t avoid the hard days or blame me with each breath,
but works with me to collaborate to find a better plan.
That welcomes the storm and the stillness.
That loves me not only in my calm but in my chaos too,
because my chaos created my passion,
the one that can love, at times, multiplied by ten.

Together, we build – a home, a rhythm, a world.
Safe for our family, a vision once traced on a dream board.
At our table of love, compassion, kindness, respect, and transparency will always be served.
Laughter in the kitchen, quiet talks under the moon,
travel plans scribbled on napkins,
flowers in a vase with a note, “just because‘.
Love notes tucked between coffee mugs,
a kiss in passing, a stare from across the room.
Late-night conversations about the universe’s unknowns.

I want a partnership, the kind that chooses us every morning.
That grows, that fights fair, that forgives.
That keeps showing up even when it’s easier to run.
The kind that prioritizes us, because together we are stronger,
and in unity, we can build so much more.
A partnership that sees me as their empress,
even when our individuality shines alone.

So today, I say to the Universe: I am ready for this love.
Not waiting. Not wishing. Just healing, and ready.
Because my healing is eternal, a need for my growth.
It’s a gift from the Divine, and I won’t shut that door.

I’m ready for the one whose soul already recognizes mine,
whose eyes say, “I see you. I love you. I’m so happy you’re mine.”
I’m ready to be devoted to the one who loves me too,
the one who chooses to stay, even when their prior wounds shout to go.
I’m ready to give this fire, my passionate love,
because I recognize now that I’m not meant for the shallow waters,
I would rather swim in the deep alone.

And when my person comes into my life,
I know their soul will recognize me, and won’t let me go,
because all along, it’s me they’ve been searching for.
Even on hard days, our love will help us get through.
Love alone it’s not enough, but it is a Divine gift, one we won’t refuse.
When problems arise, we will take the opportunity to make it right,
because we’ll know we are each others blessing, the one from the Most High.

It won’t feel like fireworks or chaos,
like what I once mistook for home;
it will feel like a deep breath,
like coming home to my exquisite soul.

One day, we will walk in the sun, hand in hand, heart to heart.
For my person will love all the parts of me,
not just in the convenient times.

To the Universe I say today:
I’ll be patient and wait for the Divine’s time.
For I know that one day, two meant souls will reunite,
two souls ready to put in effort, to overcome their fearful minds.

For this love will be worth it,
I know, because I was born to give them mine.

— K