To the man I love, to my future.
The first time I felt your presence, I began joining the dots
in the sky, wondering when our stars would align.
I often think of where you are and if you’re happy. Are you
in love? I hope she is gentle. I know you and I are the same
in that way–we bruise a little more easily than most. You
see, our souls were made in the same breath.
I know I’m running late–I’m sorry. Things haven’t
worked out the way I planned. But believe me when I tell
you I am on my way.
Until then, think of me, dream of me and I will do the same.
One day I will learn your name, and I will write it
somewhere on this page. And we will realise that we have
known each other all along.
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