I don’t know if you can ever say that you are 100% sure someone loves you. But I can say that today because it is unmistakable. I am sure he loves me but why did it take me so long to accept it? I totally surrendered to my heart. Something I spent most of my adulthood trying to avoid. I am 51 years old and I just met the man of my dreams three years ago.
He really is the man of my dreams! My dreams were distorted early on in my life, when I was led to believe that I didn’t need a man. I learned that is not true. I was created to have a covering and to belong to another. I was not meant to be single. When I face this woman in the mirror today I acknowledge that love is her smoking gun. Giving and receiving love is what makes me come to life.
He really is the man I dreamt of way back in my innocent years before I knew many men. How do I know? Because he is my mirror image. I see myself in his eyes. The innocent part in his heart that still exist in mine. That’s where we connect. That place within me that only exists for one other being, God. In my heart, in my soul.
I wasted so much time being scared to open and scared to live. But now I welcome it. I can’t wait to see what comes next. I find myself excited although I don’t know the path. I am closer to God more now than ever. Ironically at the same time I have opened my heart to receive his love. So, for those who think the man of my dreams is perfect, no he’s not. But he is true and peaceful. A graceful place to lay my head and rest. Assuredly, I welcome his love completely.
Fedora Loves You, Peace.
