1,190 Days Later 🙌
I came across a picture a couple of days ago in a scrapbook I put together for my husband years ago.
It helped me to try & cope with some of the struggles I've been facing lately.
I thought about how he found me lying half-dead on the bathroom floor 1,558 days ago.
1,190 days later, I found him lying half-dead in the forest.
Maybe we were both put in the perfect place at the perfect time because we had karmic debts to pay.
If you look at it in a time-warp-travel-kind-of-way, I believe in my heart that I would not have been around to save him if he didn't save me first.
It’s not that he ever felt like I owed him anything back. I just did it because I truly wanted him to live.
Just like he truly wanted me to live.
The intentions were pure. He saved my life & then I saved his.
Maybe metaphysically speaking, now we’re even.
Then again, without looking too deeply into it all, I just look at this quote & think to myself ———
“Hmmm, that Victor Hugo guy. I would love to have known him.”
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