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Left with a broken heart, Kristy travels to the island of Mykonos, Greece. She falls in love with the food, the culture, the atmosphere..But is that all she falls in love with?
Follow Kristy during her adventure and dive into the bli...
I stood outside on the apartment rooftop deck, watching the crappy sunset San Francisco offers compared to Greece. I just don't feel like myself. I feel like my body is in meltdown mode. Disconnected with every organ inside me. My heart is screaming at me saying, Go home! while my mind is trying to fight it saying, This is my home! "Ugh!" I whisper to myself knowing there is another heavy issue in my life. Nicholas! Eros! Brothers! I have feelings for both. I'm torn and confused.
I walk back inside to my bed and just fall into it, throwing a pillow over my head, closing my eyes trying to think. Trying to rationalize what is tossing around in my head!
What does my heart think about all this?
Nicholas. I had spent four years of my life with him. I always thought I had a future with him. But he broke my heart when he just left me like all those years were nothing! He hurt me yet, I can still somehow picture a life with him. But, it's the life with a marketing career. A life that felt planned for me. A set path that always made things clear, but was it a life I wanted? Would it bring me happiness? A path I always thought had no crossroads but now brought me doubt and uncertainty.
Could I actually pursue a life as a food blogger? The next thought crept back into my head. I had always supported Nicholas and yesterday when we spoke, he didn't seem to realize or understand my passion for exploring and writing about foods. And Eros on the other hand, only having known me for two weeks and I've never felt so supported by someone in my life! He had done more for me in teaching me and believing in myself and encouraging me to go after what I wanted in life, to not be held back by my fears, in just a short time.
I guess that's what I thought but now what do I feel?
Nicholas kissed me. I wanted to recapture the feelings I held for him. I used to toss and turn in bed trying to find sleep on the nights after Nicholas and I were together and shared a bed. Not having him next to me, holding me, not smelling him on me. I'd grown so addicted to everything about him, I couldn't function without him around. But yesterday, when he held me, when he kissed me, his lips, his touch, his smell...just didn't do anything to me. Everything about him, all of it felt foreign to me now.
And Eros, when I saw him, every time he touches me, my heart just shoots to the moon! He came all the way to America just to see me! If I had to picture a life with Eros, I'd see myself as a food blogger. I'd see us living in Greece, him running his restaurant. I'd see myself happy!
But that seems almost too...imaginative...It seems too good to be true. Like a dream I made up. A fairytale guy, living in paradise... I mean, come on! Let's be real here! These feelings I have for him are probably exploding inside me because it's new and exotic. The reality is I've only known him for two weeks! He's from Greece and I'm from America! We don't even speak the same language!
My eyes fall heavy and I fade into the abyss of darkness. I feel my body tossing around like oceans waves and I begin to gasp for breath. I look around and all I see is vast ocean all around me with no one else in sight. I'm deeper than I can reach in the water, trying to keep my head up from the waves crashing into me. Gasping for air each time a wave hits sending me under in the darkness of the water.
I'm scared! Alone and afraid!
Like any second I could go under and be lost forever! I feel myself start shouting at the top of my lungs for help! "HELP!" But I couldn't even see a speck of land anywhere nearby. I was completely surrounded in an ocean of fear! I felt hopeless like I was going to die out here alone. I looked up to the sky, hidden by dark thunderous clouds. "Please! God! If you can hear me! Please help me!"
Another wave crashed against me from behind. Sending me under, I could see the sky above the surface of the deep water I was submerged in. The thick dark clouds part from each other and a beam of light shined through.
The figure of a man appeared from the light but the brightness blinded me, forcing me to close my eyes. Then I heard his voice calling me. "Kristy!" "Kristy!" It sounded like Eros. I'd know his sweet voice anywhere. "Eros?" I open my eyes and see a figure of a man standing on top of the water. The beams of light illuminating his whole body but shadows his face. He extends his arm out for me to take. I lock my hand in his and my skin sparks at his touch. A spark that I only feel when Eros touches me. I whisper in awe as I can't fathom how or what is happening. What am I seeing? "Eros?" Was I dead? Was Eros dead? Is he a...God? "Wh-what? Are you...? Am I?" He didn't say anything and his face was too shadowed to see but I saw him shake his head implying no before he spoke again. "Don't be afraid! Find your faith, Kristy!" He sounded exactly like Eros and with one swift motion, his strength pulls me out of the water. I feel weightless. Like I'm floating in the clouds. But I look up and he's gone. I feel my body move as I look around the sky for Eros. But the more I move, the more my body gets grounded until I wake and open my eyes to find myself in my bed.
"That was...a dream?" I said to myself. But it felt so real! And Eros! I swear I felt him touch me! I know that was his voice I heard! He saved me! "It's...it's him! I just...know it's him!" I didn't realize I said my thoughts out loud to myself as I was too focused on what just clicked in my head!
Don't be afraid! Find your faith!
I was afraid! I was preventing myself from choosing what I really wanted out of fear! Fear of the unknown! Fear of failing! Fear of falling and fear of getting hurt again! Eros told me I needed to find my faith and just like taking a leap off that cliff, I needed to do it again. Only this time, with my life!
I needed to take that leap and fly. Letting faith guide me as I choose my path. Faith like Eros has. That everything will be ok and somehow will work out! The memory of my mom also came to mind with what she told me about her and my dad.
When you know, you know. Sometimes the heart knows what it wants and sometimes you have to follow it blindly!
I realized then.
It's him! It's always been him!
I love Eros! And I choose him!
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