When I  was young, I dreamed of meeting  the one.  The  one who would be “my forever.” 

The one who knew my inner thoughts, my external flaws and yet who still loved me for who I  was and who I could be.

I thought I had found my forever.

But one day, my forever came to a halt.

My forever did not have a dash, it had a period.

My dreams were shattered.

My heart broken.

My soul was disenchanted.

What followed was not my forever but seasons and reasons for relationships that failed.

Those seasons and reasons got me to thinking about what forever meant.

Until one day, it all clicked. 

I met Bo.

He showed me a new way to love. 

For in loving him, I realized that I  am no longer compelled to love another based on a vision of a future reality.

Rather I have realized  that loving him means loving what we have now.

Enjoying the minutes, the hours, and the days we share.  

Staying present in the  moments.

For it is in those moments, we are creating the memories of our forever story. 

Each kiss, each embrace, each spoken word is part of the forever I have with him.

No matter how long that forever is.

Whether it is a dash or a period, I have my forever… now.