A breadcrum I've been looking for.
In the underground corner of a Scottish museum, in a very foreign country I hadn't even planned to visit, with no one I love for miles, my loneliness was met. We are human. This is the sh!t we all deal with. We all have hearts.
They all break.
Chapters of heartbreak, deaths, losses have propelled me into a yearning to live life more vividly, and at this current moment into a raucous Scottish bar in a city that was never marked on my carefully charted itinerary. (Without any luggage- it's on a bus in the Lake District).
The romantic heartbreak that I'm currently wrestling was a fast, fun, flurry of blond Australian-surfing laughter, wrapped up into a roller coaster of strong feelings, insane connection, and soothing depth I don't think either of us had expected. Layered mystical frosting of serendipity - we both call goats (and sometimes dolphins) our spirit animals - and this second I'm smiling at the Scottish rendition of Brown-Eyed girl (that was his karaoke jam) - these abundant and frequent agreements from the Universe, made/make the entire moment even more delicious, believable.
I'm not sure why I'm still upset over it. I usually get over it much quicker. But, I really miss him.
That's all I can do right now. Kilted men are starting to worry about my tender demeanor. (Literally). Lol. More to come. Haha. ✌🏼️