...beginning middle end... another relationship begun... wrangled through concluded... another friend no longer... another lover a memory...
...the story structure is rooted in life... there is no need to think fiction... our realities are full of the stuff of story... conflict... anxiety... distress... wild winds that keep us blowing in the wind... dust...
...the beginning: a walk and talk in the park; a matcha... a stroll to her workplace... a walk through the gallery... a subway ride back to our neighborhood... a goodbye... lets hang soon... then the inciting incident: the second hang... at the park by the cafe... matcha and talk... yoga in the winter below a sculpture garden... amidst the turmoil of the east river... a walk home... a boost of Connection... a departure... a subsequent text - i really enjoyed myself... yeah me too... want to get together for a quick minute for some coffee?... sure...
...the middle: new years eve... in her apartment... in her kitchen... tea and talk... she eats dinner... you listen... unveil gifts for the evening... a journal... pens... sage... a young living northern lights blend... tarot... we relocate to the living room... burn sage... share tarot readings... journal... share our writings... apply the oils on chakras... midnight... coalescence... sleepover... reveal the move... the moving away... to another state... oh man... i don't think i can do it... she says... you leave on butterflies...
...text streams: the greatest new years ever... thank yous... lets connect soon... hang once more before leaving... at her place... spend the evening... leave before midnight...
...leave the next day... last minute packing... leave for another state... in the drive she appears in his spirit... he calls... they speak for an hour... in his weeks there they speak several nights... hours sometimes... and then he returns... and its past the time... he hadn't heard form her in a few days... he senses something... he texts and no response... he texts against he next day.. .they get together for a coffee.. .and meet again,,, in the late afternoon... and again in the evening.. at her place... there's something i need to talk to you about... she can't do it... the long distance... yes... it makes sense... they hold... like grabbing water... thats what he thinks... that's what he thinks this all is... attempting to grab water...
...he leaves... wonders about smoke... about whiskey... about fried foods... has a midnight meal of veggies... retires... returns to ritual.. to yoga... without skipping a beat... the teachings of the prophet (s.a.w)... constancy... stay rooted in that which is Real... everything else is like grabbing water... all praise is due... Love... Love ... Love... he feels nothing but unconditional Love... and now his feet won't touch the ground...
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