Page 61 of Love Harder

I ate some really good food.

And I saw Psychic one last time.

She gave me a blessing and bid me good luck.

But we both knew this wouldn’t be the last time we spoke.

Ironically, the same night I saw her, Dimples sent me a long-winded message, professing his undying “love” for me. It was reflective of all the other love bombs he had sent. But damn, he opened up and sent a thesis on his “feelings” for me.

I replied with a cordial thanks for being so open and left it at that. Our time had come and gone. But I did find it interesting that after weeks of radio silence, he sent me a message such as that.

I asked Psychic, and she said during her blessing, all she did was open me up to the universe. What will be, will be. So perhaps Dimples did mean everything he sent.

But it was all too little, too late.

Psychic hugged me one last time, and I felt nothing but kindness emanating from her heart.

“Call me any time. You have so much happiness waiting for you. The universe is ready.”

But the question was, was I?

“Life is about luck. As well as chance. Numerology plays a big part in everything.”

At this precise moment, I thought of my lucky numbers.

“Your lucky numbers are three and seven.”

My mouth dropped open because they are indeed my lucky digits.

“How did you knowthat?” I stupidly asked.

Psychic looked at me like,are you serious right now?

Her parting words will stay with me always. “Because I’m psychic.”

Silence…before I burst into laughter.

She smiled, shaking her head.

Seems that Psychic is my spirit animal too.

I left her studio with a happiness in my heart.

I believe that we meet every person for a reason. Whatever the reason, I’m still attempting to figure that out. But I never take a moment for granted because life is made up of beautiful snippets in time that make up your past.

And that had me thinking about what Psychic said about Brooklyn.

I put my faith in her, so to hear her say he wasn’t in my future left me out of sorts. What she said about him didn’t reflect the person he was. Of course I don’t take every word she says as gospel, but she’s been accurate about a lot of things.

I confided in Mötley about what she said.

Being the forever bright light in a withering storm, Mötley said perhaps it was because we hadn’t met and our energies hadn’t mixed yet. Which is what Psychic said. She forever tries to see the positive in everything. Even when her world is shrouded in darkness, she always has time to calm my manic; being around her calms the chaos.

She reminded me that this was Brooklyn, the guy who had been nothing but honest, responsive, and reliable. He didn’t playgames. He was habitual in a way that I liked. She had read his messages. Heard his voice notes. She was as part of this “relationship” as I was.

She assured me that when we met, things would be fine because the connection we had was real.

She was right, but it’s nice to hear it from a friend to confirm that what you’re feeling isn’t just made up in your head.

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