Elements: 05.07.2013

“Just promise me you will find another Sagittarian to love you, ok? Only another fire sign will appreciate you completely.” My friend said it half jokingly but mostly serious. We had tried to date. It didn’t work. We wanted nothing but happiness for each other but were not the ones to give it. Those words stayed in my head long after we said our final goodbyes.

Then, I met him. The person who would eventually become my husband, my best friend, my world. He walked up to the car I was in, singing my favorite song under his breath. He had no idea. I was smitten. It only took that one moment in time.

We spent the following days and nights getting to know one another. The cool spring night air slowly turned into the sweetly scented, thick, warm, air of summer evenings. It enveloped us in our own world. No one else mattered.  

We sat by the river and shared stories set to a soundtrack of rushing water. The words flowed just as easily. The nights that the sky would open up and rain would pour down, we spent in my truck, listening to the drops bounce off the metal roof. Thunder claps would fill the silence that we would happily share.

Our relationship grew as organically as the grass from the cool earth we sat on. Not a moment was forced. It was as if we were meant to meet, to be together. The broken pieces of my heart began to mend. I allowed myself to fall completely and utterly in love. It felt amazing. I had found my missing piece.

I allowed myself to believe. In love, hope, and soul mates. I believed in him. I believed in us. We could, and would, conquer the world. Together. He understood me. I understood him. He allowed me to be exactly who I was and I loved him for everything he was.

Summer faded into fall but my feelings grew. I had found him. Finally. I had found my forever. And, as fall started to wane we celebrated our first birthdays together. I had found a Sagittarian to love me. I had found my fire.