Prompt: No one does it alone. Write a letter to your rescuer or mentor (be it a person, book, film, record, anything). Share the way they lit up your path.
You rescued me before I knew I needed rescuing, my Romeo in black jeans, your steed a big old Ford F150 that snarled at others and smiled at me. A self-made man, you were secure in yourself without being arrogant, handsome and sexy without knowing it, incredibly intelligent, far-seeing, and all the other things that make up attraction for me. Nice, with spice.
When you found me, the path I was on was one of those thorny yet alluring, dangerously intoxicating trails I had stupidly chosen. Yet looking back, I think this was a necessary evil; I may never have met you when I did, had I not gone through that small slice of hell.
So each time I catch myself thinking about it and get overcome with regret over several of those bone-headed choices, most of those idiotic decisions and a lot of that wasted time, I still come up with the saving grace that is you.
Then I let myself relax and realize I’ve got the right here, right now, with you, and that whatever I’ve gone through has made me the person I am, someone you fell in love with at first sight.
You’ve changed my path entirely. It’s no longer so narrow only I can use it. There’s room now for a true partner to walk by my side, goals to move toward with purpose, time to wander without purpose. Whatever thorns may bristle, we’ll get through them together.
Path pic from here.