“I don’t know
Why the world is spinning or why the flowers grow
Why the sky is blue or why the clouds make snow
Maybe I’m not supposed to understand
If it’s just dumb luck or somewhere in God’s plan
But whatever got you here to hold my hand
Is some kind of magic”
Kelsea Ballerini – UNIVERSE
Sometimes you read something that doesn’t just resonate, it settles into you. That’s what happened when I read what Mackenzie wrote about me. It wasn’t just a post. It wasn’t just a declaration of love or appreciation. It was a living, breathing confession of survival, loyalty, heartbreak, and grace; and it was one of the most honest things I’ve read in a long time.
From the moment I met Lucky, I knew he was someone I wanted in my life forever in some capacity. He met me where I was and gave me more grace than anyone ever has in my entire life, and he still does. He worked tirelessly and without complaining to help me through one of the most treacherous times of my life. He’s been through actual hell and back with me. I’ve also put him through hell and back. He remains steadfast in his promise that he will stick by my side while I figure things out and honestly, it’s one of the greatest gifts anyone has ever given me. I have never met anyone with a more pure heart than this man and I am the luckiest woman alive. – Mackenzie Spiritor
There’s something about the kind of love she described. Not because it’s flawless, far from it, but because it’s been tested. And endured. It still stands. What struck me wasn’t just what she said about me, but what it said about her. Because love like that doesn’t show up unless there’s something powerful on both sides of the story.
Mackenzie talked about being in a dark, difficult place, “one of the most treacherous times” of her life, in her words, and about how I stayed through it. And I don’t think people really understand what that kind of presence means unless they’ve lived it. There’s something about someone simply not leaving that breaks you open in a completely different way than pain does. It’s quieter. But it shakes you to your core.
“When I crash-land in the madness
You still see the best in me.”
That lyric from Kelsea Ballerini’s “UNIVERSE” could have been written for Mackenzie. Because that’s what she was describing, not a love story built on perfect timing or fairy-tale circumstances, but one forged in the middle of real-life chaos. One that held on even when it would’ve been easier to let go.
It takes strength to survive that kind of season. But it takes courage to speak about it publicly. To admit you were hard to love at times. That you made mistakes. And that they stayed anyway. That kind of honesty is rare. It’s disarming. And it’s one of the reasons I respect her so deeply.
Mackenzie didn’t write a romanticized version of what happened. She wrote the truth. The kind of truth that doesn’t need to be loud to be powerful. And in doing so, she gave voice to a kind of love most people don’t believe exists anymore. The kind that doesn’t just say, “I’m here for the good parts,” but instead says, “I’ll help you hold yourself together when everything else falls apart.”
“You’re the calm in all my chaos
You’re the poet when I’m lost for words…”
I’ve watched a lot of people try to write about love. But this wasn’t writing, this was bleeding. This was living. This was someone showing their insides and saying, “Here. This is what it looked like. This is what it took.” And if you read closely, you don’t just see me. You see her. A woman who knows how much damage she’s taken, and who still had the softness to let someone stay close. That’s not weakness. That’s evolution. That’s surviving and still choosing to love, and be loved, even when it’s scary.
What Mackenzie shared said a lot about me, sure. But it said even more about what she deserves. Because you don’t get someone like that in your life unless you are also worthy of that kind of devotion. People like him don’t show up just for anyone. They show up for people who are fighting to come back to themselves. For people who are willing to heal out loud. For people who, like Mackenzie, are still searching for solid ground, but aren’t afraid to admit it.
“There’s a million stars
Calling out my name
But you’re the one lighting up my sky.”
There’s a gravity in what she described, a kind of emotional pull that doesn’t just speak to romance, but to home. And maybe that’s what I’ve become for her. Not a rescuer. Not a savior. But a mirror. A stillness. A safe place to land. Someone who didn’t ask her to shrink or perform or get it all right, just someone who held her steady while she remembered who she was.
And that kind of love? That’s not just lucky, pun intended or not. That’s earned. I think about how many people will read her post and feel less alone. How many will realize they, too, are worthy of that kind of love, one that doesn’t run when things get hard. One that doesn’t make you feel like you have to be perfect to be held. One that sees all of you and still chooses to stay.
Mackenzie is the kind of woman who deserves a whole damn universe. And not just because she loves me well, but because she loves me honestly. Because she told the truth about what it took to get here. Because she didn’t pretend to be perfect, and still managed to show up with a full heart and open hands.
She said she’s the luckiest woman alive.
Maybe she is. (I’m not going to argue with her about that.)
But I think anyone who gets to be loved by her, flaws and all, fire and all, depth and all, might be even luckier
Because love like that? It’s not just written about. It’s survived, and she’s living proof of it.
No credits this time because honestly I forgot to get them and sometimes you just need to write to write. I’ll see you soon.
“I don’t get
How you broke into my mind and opened it
Maybe someone up there lost a bet
‘Cause now I’m saying all the things I never say
And living in my body, not my head, mmm
Who I was before you, I forget
Yeah, it’s some kind of magic”
Kelsea Ballerini – UNIVERSE
