A decade ago, I started a ritual. Whenever I felt sad about being single, when I was living in the naked lonelies, I would purchase a love card: something heartfelt, poignant, silly, sexy.
These cards would be given to Him, my love and he would be told the story that he was thought of long before I knew who he was, in fact gifts were purchased for him.
Then I stopped working for Hallmark and that tradition ceased.
Recently, I saw a few cards that I simply had to buy for Him and started thinking back to those days, those cards, and deciding I need to reinstate that ritual. However, I thought the cards had long been lost in my travels to and fro, in the craziness of tours, New York, and various apartments and houses.
Last night I was gloriously proven wrong.
I found my cards from a decade ago and they made me cry, laugh, and feel the "soul glow." It was as if my younger, even more romantic self was saying, "Keep doing this, you will find Him."
It felt like a time travel hug.
I love these seemingly insignificant times, these moments where all you do is find something you thought long gone and it blankets you in the warmth of youth and beauty dancing in the circle that is life.
Love,
D
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