Someone once said we hold the universe within us. If we have the capacity to hold an entire universe within, then imagine the different galaxies we can create. There are very few people on this Earth that I’ve loved, and many I’m no longer in communication with. This is my message to them.
While we were guided in the direction of separation, I pray there is a reality in which we both exist together, in happiness and in love. I will never regret loving you, I will never regret the time we’ve spent, the gifts we shared, the vulnerability we held. I do not wish to hate the people I once loved because the truth is, that love still lingers in my bloodstream.
I find myself caught up in the “what-ifs” but I am released of this pain as I create a galaxy just for us and the future that could never manifest. We were meant to meet for a divine reason, and it was in meeting these people that I was able to become the woman I am today; the woman writing this essay confessing my undying love for those I was once in contact with.
I refuse to cut these cords, and I know they cling to these memories as well because I feel them guiding me everyday. Subconsciously, we are all still helping each other prosper and grow into the people we talked about being in the comfort of our warm sheets. We just never imagined we’d be those people without each other. Still, I smile at the fact that they’ve become the person they wished to be.
I have an abundance of love. I am love. I have once loved, I am in love, and I will love again. I cherish these relationships I’ve made, platonic and romantic, because how lucky are we to have found each other in a world full of chaos to provide even a second of peace. Isn’t that divine?
There are many things we will never understand as human beings. I will not stress over the ways we went wrong when the majority of our time was good. These people saved me; we saved each other, and we learned how to save ourselves. Together we rose and together we fell. I have a galaxy dedicated to our stories, ones I will share with my children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. I want to show them how beautiful both the storm clouds and the roses can be. I will always remember my capability to love, even when I’ve been burned so badly by the intensity of it all.
About the Author
Ariel (she/her) is a latinx second generation American writer. As a witchcraft practitioner and spiritualist she focuses on diving into the world of the occult and sharing their stories. Along with that, she enjoys writing personal essays and short story fiction. Ariel is a certified bookworm, tree-hugger, and anime lover.