Today, you’ll write about the most interesting person you’ve met in 2014. In your twist, develop and shape your portrait further in a character study.
Mr. Right doesn’t think he’s Mr. Right. But I know. I know he’s Mr. Right. He’s the only Mr. Right I need and the only one I want.
I met him by chance. The odds against us meeting, talking, getting to know each other – these were huge odds. We’re in two different places geographically, but we’re close to the bone spiritually.
I came across him because he said something, something I read and I went “Hmm.” There had been lots of remarks that drew me to him, but this one ……. it was an open invitation to the dance. I took him up on it. He probably wouldn’t even believe it was an invitation …… just something he said, something he did that made me take notice. That got that “Hmm” out of me.
It’s been an amazing two months and 2 days since we began our relationship. It went from interested friendship to a declaration of love in 17 days. That’s a record for me.
No one ever expressed their love for me the way he has …… many times he has. And I’ve never felt this way before and I’m wicked old to get this immense love in my life. Wicked old.
That day he told me he loves me, in the wee small hours of the morning when we both were exhausted but too much in love to shut down Face Time, too much in love to stop talking, too much in love ……… he told me about himself. Words like loving, caring, and some other words. I can’t remember them all. I remember smiling and putting my face in my hands in disbelief. I wasn’t expecting it, although I was already so far gone in love I would have walked over hot coals for him ….. or more.
He’s an amazing intellect and he cuts through bullshit with a sharp knife. He is a bit of an actor, going for the drama ……… and then when I object – laughing. He doesn’t push buttons. I’m so grateful for that. There aren’t any games being played and if I try one on him, I’m called on it immediately. He doesn’t do games.
He has a lot of responsibility. He’s never had the opportunity, not for years, to just be responsible for himself. I try to encourage him to do that – to care as much for himself as he does for those he feels responsible for. The only problem is, this man isn’t convincible.
I am an intelligent woman. I am psychic. And I have values, a spiritual path and a deep understanding of why we’re here – what we need to do. He’s the first person that sees that, that knows that and that I can talk with about that. That connection of spirit is ages deep. On that first morning of I love you, that connection was affirmed, we talked about it and we saw it.
And there’s some sort of karma here, but not the I owe you you owe me kind of karma. More the I agreed to find you kind of karma. And we know that in that agreement, this time, this lifetime, we have to do it right. Because we may not find each other for many ages again. And so this time, we do together right.
He’s a strong man, he is handsome. He has the most beautiful, crooked little smile. He has wonderful eyes full of promise and a delightful laugh. He suits me. I look at him and I say “Oh yes, he’ll do” and I know he’s saying that about me.
We found each other at a point in both our lives when things are being transformed. My transformation has been happening since 2000, when my family and I moved from Michigan to Prince Edward Island. When I sat there in the middle of my Pluto line and got taught some changes. How to make them and why I need to. And now Pluto sits on my Sun, rides my life like a banshee, makes it all change, turns it upside down and shakes out the shadow, the stuff about me I don’t want to see. But Pluto means to show it to me so I’d be better off just cooperating. No point in resisting – didn’t someone say “Resistance is futile”?
And he’s transforming, getting ready for a major change – the end of a career, the beginning of a life. A life with freedom and hope and pleasure. A life not spent paying the man for the paycheck, a life spent with ease – here, not there. Here.
The Cosmic Consciousness sent him to me just as my husband is dying. My husband, the man I’ve been married to for almost 36 years now, in a nursing home, unable to speak, read, write and with severe memory loss – a man who took care of us, his wife and child, and a man who didn’t deserve this kind of ending, but got it anyway. A man I couldn’t take care of at home any longer. It wasn’t safe for him and it wasn’t good for me. I had to get out from under it after 3 years. Three long years of thinking we could do this, I could keep him at home and not have to give his care away. Yes, this man came along ……… to give me his support, his love and his devotion. So that I can live with that change, the ending of a marriage that was more karma than love, the ending of a marriage till death do us part.
And he brought with him his needs, wants and desires as well as the capacity to fulfill mine. We do a good job with those. We love each other to the point where we can’t imagine it’s only been a short time because it feels so normal, so right and so forever. And he gives of himself, this man I love, he gives of himself in ways I never could or would. But he’s always there – steady – honest and loving. And could I do without him? Absolutely not.
You see, he’s Mr. Right.