Throughout the last several years, I have found myself on a journey of self-growth that has been muddled with breakups, family deaths, unemployment, finding a new job, starting school all over again, and just everything in between what life brings. Conversations, reflections, changes in behavior, and some therapy sessions later, I feel more attuned to who I am and who I want to continue to be. So, this is where my first writing piece comes from and who it is for. Although it was inspired by a personal experience, I think it can be for any and all people who are simply looking to live through the ups and downs while being a good and decent human being and learning to love themselves above everything else.

In a space full of people

Where voices fill the air

Music bounces off the walls

Steps walk through any and all roads

Bodies merge and squeeze into the tightest parts of rooms

I irrevocably choose you.

I choose to pay attention to your thoughts

I choose to follow your intuition

I choose to listen to you

What your heart screams is what I’ll give you.

Your mind conflicts with your heart?

Come. Sit.

I’ll listen, and we’ll clear things out.

You ask why, and my answer flows through the space continuum of memories and time.

“It’s easy,” I say.

You are me, and I’m you.

I choose you tonight. I’ll choose you tomorrow. And I’ll choose you through every sunrise and hold you through any sunset.

I love who I am, and there’s nothing more to it.

I irrevocably choose me.

Monday:

- It’s a glance. It only takes one glance. It’s brief and passing, but it sticks. Is this a sign? “Perhaps.”

Tuesday

- A little whisper comes every now and then, “Hey, do you remember that glance?” “No need to tell me twice,” says my brain and that glance takes over my mind.

Wednesday:

- “Wait. Was that a smirk with that glance?” My heart stutters through that thought.

Thursday:

- A quick hello with that flirty smirk is more than enough for my heart to fly high on a Thursday.

Friday:

- “Maybe I’ll get your name,” I think. “Yes. Today will be the day.”

- You pass. I freeze. A muffled, quick, and shy “hi” gets past my lips.

- We walk past each other. Maybe that glance is an opened door for a chance?

Saturday:

- "To one more glance," I think.

- "To one more hello," I think.

- To one question, “Hi, my name is Ale. Would you like to have a drink?”