Dear future significant other,

You seem to be hiding somewhere. Sometimes I wonder if you even exist, if it's useless to worry about someone I haven't met yet. Do you lay awake at night thinking about this, too?

I hope I'll meet you. Someday, somewhere. Maybe in a bar. Or a cafe. Or in a bookshop.

Maybe our eyes will meet and we'll share a shy smile. (S)he seems nice but what if (s)he doesn't want to talk to me? What if (s)he thinks I'm annoying? Maybe we'll have the same look of fidgeting about this question in our head. Maybe one of us will make a move.

Say hello. Start talking. Feeling incredibly comfortable. Finally someone who gets me the way I am. Laughing. Exchanging phone numbers.

Having to leave. Blushing all the way home. Thinking about you all day and night. Hoping you will text me.

Getting even closer. Finally someone who's not playing games with me. Talking about the past, both being excessively nostalgic. Talking about our dreams and aspirations. Telling the other about our worries. What if we'll never reach our goal? What if all the hard work is pointless?

Dancing around the room. You, not ashamed of my awkward dance moves. Me, loving every piece of you. Singing karaoke. Talking about how music changed our lives. Loving.

Crying. Lying in each other's arms late at night. Not knowing where the journey will lead us. Disappointments. The only thing that stays are we. Supporting each other. Standing up again.

Fighting. Side to side. Together.

Breaking boundaries. Finding new hobbies. Understanding each other no matter what the other person loves because we can feel the passion in each others eyes. Growing stronger.

Kisses on good days. Kisses on bad days. Holding each other. Snuggling. Being scared at first, then craving the touch.

Feeling at home.

I'm scared I've already met you and let you go. Or that you let me go. Maybe all we can do is trust in fate. Fate will eventually bring us back together. Someday. Somewhere.

And together we will find a life of our own.

xxx Sarah