The Lord says, “All you who are thirsty come and drink.” – Isaiah 55:1
Dating the Haitian has been quite an experience. Not for the normal or faint of heart. He often drives me to run to sources of water to find stillness.
He is chaotic. I had a vision of him crashing into me as a tumbleweed a month ago. But I love him. I guess sometimes, or in my case, most times love just isn’t enough.
I poured exorbitant amounts of energy into this person and once again sacrificed myself. My coworker jokingly asked how many days would the break up would last this time. I wondered that myself as I stared at the ducks in the pond last night.
It was a place we went to together to find stillness. I miss together. I miss the way he excitedly calls my name. I just miss him. But I miss me too. I miss the peace I found last year as I search for love and stability this year. I miss our dreams connecting and the conversations around the commonalities. Even in his most demanding state he allowed me to be purely Kathryn.
Before I said goodbye I let him know he was my Teacake. The man who had unlocked all my treasures. Laughter, love, passion, freedom. All these things were gifts with him.
My soul is a bit parched today, but I know of a refreshing water pitcher that pours from heaven. I put into the universe I miss him while I rest and gulp the living water. I am not a savior. Just an American girl who madly loves a Haitain boy. I hope he finds the path to share a glass of water with me. Toujours mon cher.
The Unconventional Life 
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