What if the Universe was in love with me and was just waiting for me to give it a chance? What if it’s been pining over me for a millennia and, now that the internet exists, has been sending me “hey” texts for the last five or six years?
“Hey”
“Hey”
“Hey”
And I hate responding to “hey”- because out of all the beautiful words in every language's vocabulary that can be arranged to create beauty, why would you resort to that? And because I like clarity, I prefer a confident direct message with a beginning, middle, and end - so I've been ignoring the shy adorable little creator of all things... because he’s not great with words.
And what if he’s scared because I’ve flippantly said all the lists of things that I demand. Because I'm 50 and too old to be teaching people how to behave; and don't have time for silly dating games; and if pussy is a fruit I might only have 10 more good years of juicy wet chocolate covered peach...
But the universe doesn’t work in futures. Or past trauma. Or even epic love stories…. Because he’s been around long enough to know those usually end in tragedy. What if the universe only deals in the here and now? In living in the moment - In the “Hey how are you” rightnowthisverysecond?
And because I keep thinking of "What it all means" And if this will be my "forever", I keep overlooking the greatest love that ever was or will be.
Because what if the Universe already loves me? What if God has already said yes to a prayer I prayed in my last lifetime, and he’s just waiting for me to finally be open to taking it one step at a time.
He may have birthed every star into existence.
He may be ever-present and all-knowing.
He may have the power to make my every dream come true.
But also...
He is introverted and awkward and stuttering and insecure and not quite comfortable in these things we call bodies: So he wants to take it slow.
What if the universe adores me and he just keeps texting “hey” over and over and over over for eternity...Until one day I respond with “hello”










