Walking into Destiny
As I approached the bodega, my heart fluttered almost in expectancy of something spectacular, and then I saw her. She was beautiful! I felt myself slowing down to catch every glimpse of her being. There she stood, a full-figured bodacious ebony sistah. Her amber tresses of locks flowed freely past her shoulders. She walked with a confidence that only a queen could display. The scent of black woman oil and patchouli lingered from her essence. Her aura was as bright as her smile. All I could see was the prism of a rainbow. As I approached my destination, our eyes met, and she smiled. I felt the coolness of her vibe and the softness of her flair.
How could I engage with this beautiful soul? I could not afford to let this opportunity go by, or could I? Before I could answer myself, I heard a soft, settled voice speak. "Hello, how are you?" Did she talk to me, or did my ears deceive me? There is no time for a cat and mouse game, so I immediately responded. "Hi, I'm good! How are you?" Before I knew it, we were in exchange for a conversation that was pleasant and surreal all within one breathe. Celeste was her name, meaning heavenly, precisely what her presence had proposed to me. I would never forget the moment I laid eyes on her nor the time we spent together in our opening dialogue.
However, the timing of our encounter would soon one day come for sure, for this meeting of bliss had only been in my dreams. I awakened in a cold sweat only to find that my unforgettable encounter had been in another realm of life. Where is she? Has our time come to meet in this life? Is she quickly approaching, or would this be like most of my other dreams and fade away after time? No! That could not possibly be our fate. I have come to know her, and she knew me. At that moment, we became one within the universe, an entity worth exploring.
So, I picked up my journal that I kept on the nightstand near my bed and began to write before the memories left my head. Every detail and fragrance, I would leave nothing up to mystery. If I must write this down over and over until this dream becomes a reality, I will. Shall I conjure up the encounter that surely has found me? Of course. Leaving nothing up to chance, I will become the main ingredient in my future destiny. We will meet, I know it!
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