Love Heroes

  

I had a bittersweet day. I was writing a chapter in a book I’ve been working on about a soulmate. When I’m writing it, I’m living it. That can be both beautiful and heart-wrenching.

Without him, my soul felt bruised. All of the clichés applied. He felt it too. He said, “You’ve ruined it for me… being with anyone else.” I felt the same. Ruined or not, sometimes Life has other ideas, and soul bruises don’t heal like regular bruises. They’re not supposed to. They stick around to remind us how fucked, I mean, how lucky we got. We actually had “it”, and we still have “it”, and how unbelievably amazing “it” is when “it’s” Real. 

Real doesn’t mean for as long as our bodies exist. It’s beyond time and space like We are. Real is right now, AND then, AND always without end Infinitely. How cool is that? And my god, that we actually go on to love again… and again, even with a bruised soul and an ever-so-slightly abridged version of our heart. That’s heroic. We are Love Heroes.

Today was a bruised and bittersweet day. How fucking amazing is that? 

– mu

July, 2015

Ojai, CA