My Everything
The Woman That Set Me Free
“Come here. Quickly now. Gather around the fire and feel the warmth on your hands. Take a seat. See the stars in the night sky. Notice the faint chirp of the crickets in the distance. It is just us out here.
Listen carefully. Let me tell you a story. It’s a battle between life and death. An ancient romance between divine beauty and mortal longing. The soul knows all too well of this history, yet it has been forgotten. A memory replaced by the waves of misery that invade the coast of our lives. But not tonight. Tonight, I will remember.
Many years ago, the world was a different place. Children could learn without the threat of violence. Men and women could converse in good faith. Common values were shared and challenged with a common goal: progress and prosperity. What a time to be alive. *Inhale* It feels like a lifetime ago.
*Exhale* However, it wasn’t all good. Love was often closeted. The oligarchs controlled behind a thin veneer of compassionate puppets and “tried and true” systems. Even then, war was often the believed solution to many of the world’s problems. Greed, so much greed. It was so easy to get bogged down by the anxiety of living. Sometimes the mere act of breathing was difficult.
There was a young boy who grew up in a small town. He was no bigger than you, no smarter than you. He had it tough — often overlooked for those around with a shinier aura. He was often overwhelmed by the weight thrust upon his shoulders. He needed to be good, kind, and a person worth respecting. But he was average, at least so he thought. That was the lie he told himself.
He went to school, spent time outside, had friends, and dreamed of what his life would look like in the future. He was a normal boy, but the mask of normalcy worked to conceal his chaotic inner world. An underworld dragging him into the depths.
Have you ever seen a walker? They have hollow eyes — ones that look through your soul yet see nothing. The mind is lost, abandoned for the comfort of the abyss. They walk amongst us, and the boy was one of them. He too had that gaze.
In an attempt to clear the fog, he searched for a feeling that would make his life worth living. He needed a taste from the fountain of life. He wanted; no, he needed to be set free. So he journeyed.
On his way, he met a sage. The boy was allowed one question, so he asked, “How can I see again? I want to truly see.” The wise man told him of an ancient power. He spoke of a force that could repair even the most broken man. As the man walked away, the boy called out, “Where can I find this miracle?” The sage looked back, smiling — breaking his rule — and he said, “It’ll find you.”
The boy wondered what this could mean. Feeling unsure of where to go or what to do, he chose to continue his quest. He took many stops, made a few enemies, but found even more friends. A few times he even thought he stumbled upon this power, but he was wrong. Discouraged, he felt the time to give up had come — no longer trusting the road he traveled was leading him where he needed to go. Unbeknownst to him, he was wrong yet again.
Walking along that path is hard. It requires endurance, patience. Eventually, one must rest. So, the boy stopped. He knelt down to take a sip from the stream nearby. Looking up, he saw something he had never seen before.
Before his eyes knew what he beheld, his stomach dropped. His skin began to feel warm, then cold, and then warm again. His heart began to fluster — his mind nowhere to be found.
He often would retreat into his mind to appease the enemy within, but this time was different. His mind wasn’t frozen by the darkness. Instead, the darkness was frozen inside his mind. It was like a sunrise shone on the beaches of despair. The first time in his life, there was calm.
It had found him.
There was a star. A star so bright it could light every galaxy.
Rubbing his eyes, he tried to make sense of what he saw. Standing on the path was a woman. She was radiant, but her rays did not burn — they healed. Every part of himself was exposed by her beauty, yet he was not ashamed.
Shielding his eyes with one hand from the light, he slowly walked up to her.
He tried to introduce himself, but he fumbled over his words, and when he finally managed to string enough syllables together, he spoke of his journey on the road. He reminisced on the stops he made and the people he met, but he forgot to say his name. He forgot to ask her name! The words flowed faster and faster, so fast that she had to stop him. “What’s your name?” she asked.
He said, “I can’t remember. I… I….. I guess I have no name… What is yours?” She replied, “I am Suzanne.”
She had a playful look in her eye. It was a look he was unfamiliar with. “You have no name, huh? We shall see about that.”
He spent every day with her. No one would blame him; she was the most beautiful person he had ever met. More captivating than Aphrodite and smarter than Athena, she was the sun.
He was a boy losing the battle of his own consciousness, but now he felt like a young man, beginning to see himself the more he looked at her. He found strength he never knew was there. He no longer cowered in view of his reflection. Most importantly, his heart felt passion for the first time.
She changed everything.
Sometimes, he worried if she would leave. After all, she was a goddess. She could go anywhere with anyone. In fear, he made many mistakes — things that confused and hurt her — but eventually, he grew wise.
Mustering up just enough courage, he asked her to join him forever:
“Suzanne, I love you. I have never been the same since I met you. You are my shooting star in the night sky. You are my greatest adventure, the final destination on my journey of revelation. Will you accompany me on my next journey?”
He could not imagine a life without beauty. Without color. Without music.
She was everything.
Surprised, she looked up but didn’t say anything right away. The silence pierced his soul. It seemed like an eternity. His heart was hers, and it would never belong to anyone else.
She looked at him with love in her eyes: “Yes.” “I do.”
He may have stopped dying the day he saw her, but in this moment, he began to live.
Every day after, she illuminated his life. He woke up each morning just to see her smile. Her voice serenaded him with tales of her own journeys. Even in moments of deep pain, she was there.
She helped him remember his name.
Walking towards their future, he said to her, “I remember my name!” Smiling, she said “Oh, is that so? What is it?” He responded, “David.” “It’s David.”
“See, I told you,“ she said. “Sometimes all you need is a little reminder.”
And she did. She reminded him of why life was worth living. She reminded him of the good in the world. And he remembered.
There was only one woman like her. She was incredible.
She is incredible.
“She is my everything”
Christie Suzanne, Te Amo Con Todo Mi Corazón.”
I love this ♥️♥️