I am writing this all the way from year nineteen-forgotten because I know that despite how far you’ve come now, there will still be overwhelming days when you’ll cry in silence in your room.
You found me when I was close to believing that in this world of modern dating it is impossible to find the real thing.
It’s not me overthinking things. It’s me finally realizing that you are no longer interested in me same way as you did at first.
I want someone who is not afraid to let me know he sees me spending the future with him. It’s not like I am in a hurry, no one is.
Seeing you that grown up now makes me wonder how much of my presence in your life before has contributed to who you are now.
It isn’t an easy task. Deciding to go through it from the very beginning is already a tough job. Every waking morning is a reminder that it’s going to be a long day without them.
Oh yes, you do.
I like you because you give justice to the words “Good Morning” with each waking day. A simple two-word greeting that puts a smile on my face which uncontrollably lasts for minutes, and sometimes, even hours.
I no longer associate things with you. I no longer remember you whenever I dine at restaurants we used to visit nor think of you when our song plays on the radio.
We know then that it’s forever, that through God’s perfect timing, we are made to be together.