The way he so instinctively with no thought gently touched the small of her back to get close to her and guide her a few steps to her left made her heart ache with a love you cannot describe with words. It is either a knowing within your being or you do not understand it at all. That divine love that connects only with heartstrings. You remember your parents or your friends telling you it exists and you will know when you know, and then you seem to wait. You travel along your journey of life. You make the choices along your winding path. Hours, Days, Years go by. Then the moment arrives at your doorstep. The package all wrapped in the most beautiful handmade paper that had taken hours to craft in a complete labor of love for someone to be able write their story onto. The package adorned with a purposefully selected purple velvet ribbon, a simple fern, berries and wildflowers that the universe handpicked to deliver with the warmth in feeling his loving touch. A moment stopped in time to absorb the magic straight to your heart where snowflakes stop mid-air as you slowly look up and they start to fall in slow motion to greet your eyes with the wonder of a child and revel in this moment that affirms your hopes, your doubts, your wants, your desires, that this true, divine love really exists and it has been sent just for you. That moment you feel that touch, if only for a moment, you know without any doubt you have found again your divine love and whether he remembers in his heart that he has found you…well, there is comfort in knowing he knew to reach out and that is what you hold onto in that magical moment. Your being replays over and over that touch, remembering the warmth of his hand gently touching the small of your back, however brief, and you know divine love is real. Finding your divine love is real. Your search was real. It exists. He exists. Not by chance…But by Love.
Your search was real.
