Part 2/2: She had freed herself from the illusion that love had a timeline, that something so natural could be constructed in such a way that restricted her heart to pulsate at anything outside of it’s own rhythm. Her heart’s path was pure, because all that it directed her to was all she yearned for in that moment. She lived in each moment as it was her last, her most sacred. To believe that something as sacred as to love another could be linear, was beyond her thinking. She was experiencing a new found love in her path of freedom, inhaling it like her first lungful of roses. She was intoxicated by it’s magic and all the ways it expanded her. She knew nothing in life was permanent, but feeling a love like this love was encouraging her on her new path, one she had never taken before. Expanding her ever so wild spirit, she knew she had to continue on this journey with it, letting it guide her on more adventures. The universe gifted every opportunity to her for a purpose, she trusted that this was of no chance and she flowed alongside the aroma of the roses, where this love was directing her. The oceans she had ventured across were deep, but the love she was feeling at this moment in time was deeper, mirroring the love she felt for herself and all of what was to come. 📷
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