Love’s Odyssey: A Black Woman’s Chronicle Vol. I
Its worn leather cover, a testament to the stories it held within, cradled the whispered secrets of her heart.
11/10/2026
Today’s Quote: “Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.” — Aristotle
Dear Diary,
We locked eyes. It was one of those moments where our gazes met, held for a few seconds, and then we both looked away, almost instinctively. But curiosity got the best of us, and we glanced back, confirming that the initial connection was undeniably mutual.
I went to the grocery store today — the first time in a while, and in my determined effort to maintain a more put-together appearance regularly, I decided to slip into those Nike leggings — the high-waisted red ones that accentuate my curves just right. I paired them with a slightly fitted white crop top.
On my feet were my trusty Crocs, because comfort always comes first. My hair flowed down, cascading a little past my shoulders; I had just taken out my braids, so the curls were naturally forming. To complete the look, I applied some of Fenty Beauty’s blur tint, leaving my skin looking flawless.
One could say I looked good, especially since I’ve embarked on my fitness journey (more details to come). Oh, and not to forget, I sprayed a hint of Daisy Love by Marc Jacobs, so I smelled divine. I was looking good and feeling even better.
Recently I have become more enamored with actually going to the grocery store versus using InstaCart, I was getting out of control. I walked around truly sticking to my list and getting all of my celebratory items. I want to mention that I’ve achieved a milestone: I’m now a junior architect at Gensler — the job that had adorned my vision board for so long! To mark this accomplishment, I decided to treat myself to a steak dinner paired with some sweet white wine and a personal charcuterie board — my faves.
However, I had also been having this craving for Snickers lately, so I decided to make a quick detour into the candy aisle. As I turned into the aisle, there he stood. A tall and striking figure over six feet tall, with just the right amount of muscles, his rich chocolate skin glistening under the fluorescent lights. His eyes held an irresistible sultriness, and his presence exuded the essence of a confident man. To my amazement, he was reaching for the last few packs of my favorite mini Snickers.
In my attempt to appear nonchalant yet unmistakably present, I gently uttered, “Excuse me,” as I began reaching for a pack. He straightened up and met my gaze, his eyes locking onto mine as I looked up. At that moment, I felt my face relax, my eyebrows easing, and a smile spreading across my lips. My heart raced, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of emotions.
After a brief moment of silence, I averted my gaze and proceeded to grab my Snickers. Just as I was about to move away, he looked at me and casually remarked, “I love those.” I glanced back at him and replied with a smile, “Me too.”
As I began to walk away, I was taken aback when he said, “My name is Will. How are you?” By this point, my armpits are sweating. Meeting his gaze, I answered, “My name is Savannah. Nice to meet you.”
We both extended our hands for a handshake and when our hands met, it felt like a touch of heaven. His hands were soft yet strong, and our handshake lingered for at least 30 seconds. There we were, just shaking hands and exchanging smiles, lost in the moment.
He asked me, “Is it okay if I have your number, Beautiful?” At that moment, it felt like he could have taken my whole soul, and I replied with a subtle yet eager “Yes” as I shared my number with him.
We parted ways with a warm embrace, sharing a hug that felt like the beginning of something special. We left each other with the promise to reach out.
I met my future husband today.
Savannah
With heartfelt gratitude for your perusal, I offer this excerpt from my ongoing labor of love, ‘Love’s Odyssey: A Black Woman’s Chronicle, Volume I.’
