She wanted to be loved in a way that was completely unconditional but all the love she found had strings.
She wanted to be looked at like a beautiful sunset falling into the smoothest ocean on a clear day but no one ever looked at her like that.
She wanted to be held in two arms that felt like safety. Once she was in them, her fears would melt away like ice cream on a hot day.
She journeyed for years, always searching. Always looking, yet all roads led back to her being alone.
She cried when others found what she wanted, not because she wasn’t happy for them, but because every time she felt that hole inside of her growing deeper and wider.
Oh how she longed to belong.
And then one day she stopped. Stopped looking. Stopped wanting and decided that maybe what she wanted wasn’t outside, in the world, but inside of her, waiting to be unlocked and then opened.
And so she sang and danced. She read books and ran. She drew pretty pictures and stood in rain storms. She became passionate about her life and all the things she could do.
And one day she realized how happy she was.
She celebrated life everyday and in turn life became a celebration.
Then one starry night, she found a road she hadn’t seen before and began to skip joyously down it, following with the light of the moonlit beams above.
This road went straight. It was an easy road.
At the end of it stood love.
When he saw her he said “There you are. I have been waiting quite awhile for you to find me, but first you had to find yourself.” Then he opened his arms wide, like giant wings, and she stepped into them and suddenly she was home.