Running away means survival so you don’t get hit or pushed around or subdued. It has nothing to do with love. It’s about fear, nursing wounds, living to fight another day. Self-preservation.
But this year has opened my mind further than I ever thought possible. I’ve nearly crossed the threshold from survivor to thriver. I’m starting to fight back wisely, more clear-headed, and the happiest I’ve ever been.
As our first anniversary was approaching, Magic Man took us on a long journey across the miles, over the river and through the woods to meet our parents. The further we drove the lighter our emotional suitcases became, until we were lighthearted with the relief. Escaping with a purposeful goal was just what the doctor ordered.
We did not care what anyone thought. We were all giddy children in a Caddy having the time of our lives. Being in love is magic in itself. Running away, with love, blew my mind. It was such a new concept to me and took some getting used to. But I did it, and I loved every second of it.