Same souls

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ~ Emily Brontë

You better believe I send him selfies with nauseatingly cute captions.

You better believe I send my man selfies with nauseatingly cute captions.

2014 marks not only a new year but a pivotal point in my partnership with Z.  We’re standing at a crossroads where multiple paths exist.  If the two of us take different routes it will be difficult to travel together, though not impossible.  Things would be exponentially easier for me if we reached the same destination on the same road.  Z and I each spent these past few weeks engaged in some serious soul searching.  Deciding exactly what we want out of life, and precisely how to get there, requires complex discussions with hard questions.  Analyzing both our individual itineraries and collaborative plans reinforces the fact that we’re on the same mission.  Embarking on my journey– our journey– with a supportive partner walking beside me makes all the difference.  We are one in the same.  I found the answer….and I’m eternally grateful that he did too.

Forgive me for the clichéd metaphors.  Articulating such a difficult [not to mention very personal] topic proves challenging, hence the silly travel talk.  Moving right along.

Seemingly relentless setbacks are nothing new to Z and me– but I know unequivocally our darkest days are behind us.  Never again will we return to such a painful place.  Surviving the darkness illuminated two truths:  the strength we share and the deep love we have for each other.  May these truths carry us on our voyage, where an entirely new set of challenges awaits.  We’ve regained control.  Do we fight an uphill battle?  Yes.  Are the odds stacked against us?  Maybe.  Separately we’re strong but together we’re unstoppable.  Like Brontë said, we’re made of the same souls.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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About Cocktails With Hemingway

I'm blunt and opinionated. Virtually everything I say or do is a contradiction but I'm not a hypocrite. I never hesitate to speak my mind and never fail to leave an impression wherever I go. You love me, you hate me, but you'll never forget me.
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