One thing is certain. As sure as the sun rises and sets every day, I know I will meet you. I just don’t know when.
Maybe it will be in five minutes time, but it could just as easily be five years, or ten, or, God forbid, twenty. But I can wait. I will wait almost forever for my person, for per…
I have a game plan, of sorts. Well, I do and I don’t. I am not actively looking for you, searching like some kind of desperate fool. I am no fool, perish the thought, for that is the last thing I am. But, I will be keeping my eyes, and my mind, fully open.
One thing I know I must not do is disregard you if you don’t instantly seem to fit into my life. You are too important for that, and I know, more than many, that first impressions can be so wrong.
Something tells me that your age is not important either. In fact I have the feeling that it is almost essential that there will be some kind of gap. You could be older, or many years younger than me. Either way, it doesn’t matter a bit. I will welcome it.
I so hope I will know you soon, my person.
I feel that the way we meet will be unusual and unexpected, too. I don’t know how I know that, but I just have the idea that it will be at a time when I least expect it and that I will look back on it as an ‘‘Oh wow!’’ moment, full of synchronicity and meaning.
But, I am sure that as soon as I realise that you are mine, you will have the same certainty, and it will be wonderful, and frightening, and… right.
We will be perfect together. We will be strong, and sure. I am not naïve enough to think we will always be happy, but neither will you, and that is what matters. We will both know.
When we are together, there will be no need for pretensions or posturing. No need for small talk unless we feel like it. We can just be.
It is exciting. It's really exciting. I’m so excited that I wish I could share this feeling with you right now. Right this minute. But I don’t know where you are…or who… or when.
Wherever and whoever you are, are you feeling the same, I wonder?