Tuesday, August 10, 2010

A mature love letter for no one

Dearest you,

I don’t need you, though I do wonder why you haven’t arrived yet.

I’m used to being by myself. It’s been like this for the longest time. Actually, I’ve recently realized what the difference is between really being okay on my own and just patiently waiting for you to come. There’s a big difference. And I think we haven’t met yet because I haven’t mastered this just yet.

Don’t worry about when we’ll meet. Don’t worry if we’re ever going to meet. We will. And I’ll know it’s you when I see you, cause ours is that kind of love. I know you’ll drive me crazy, but not over the edge. I know that the more time I spend with you, the more I will discover the good, the bad, and the just plain odd. I know that I will find your flaws, sometimes in hurtful and confusing times, but I know that I will always be amused at how I’ll eventually find that I’m okay with all of them.

You won’t complete my life, but you will take it to greater heights. I will do the same for yours.

By now I’ve realized that things probably won’t be perfect. It’s not going to be a fairytale to the letter. Through the years, I’ve thought of so many scenarios. I’ve practically written a whole novel in my head. I know the perfect settings and the perfect words. And though those would be nice, it probably won’t happen like that.

But we will have our moments. We will have our memorable lines. And we will have a unique and romantic story. I think being together, finally, even through the simplest means would already be the perfect plot.

Yes, it’s been tough waiting for you by myself. I’ve met a lot of people. There’s been a lot of disappointment. But I know and believe that all things happen or don’t happen for a reason. There are things you and I have to learn or realize. The time just isn’t right.

We’re not the kind that settles. We’re romantics. And this is the burden we must carry.

So until then, whenever that may be, in a week or in a year or two, take care and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. I know you know better. Just remember that I’m waiting for you as well.

I’ll see you,

Me

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