Tuesday, 7 October 2025

For The One I Haven't Yet Met



My Future Love,

I imagine you walking through your days, unaware that somewhere, someone is already writing you into words. 

I don’t know where you’re hiding — probably out there misusing commas or forgetting to text back on time — but I know you exist. Somewhere between my career chaos, unfinished coffee, and late-night playlists, you’re in the making too.

I’m not waiting for a fairytale; I’m building a life worth sharing. I hope you’re doing the same — growing, learning, laughing, becoming someone who knows how to apologize. I want love that’s electric yet grounded — one that celebrates independence as much as connection.

When we finally meet, I hope it feels easy. Not fireworks — just that deep, comfortable “Oh. There you are.” I crave a love that whispers, not demands — one that feels like home. My heart yearns for a love that doesn’t rush, one that blooms quietly in safety. Somewhere between stillness and warmth — that’s where I want our love to live.

I just want a gentle love — calm, kind, and safe.

Until then, I’ll keep working on my patience and my sense of humor — I’ll need both when you arrive.

See you when the timing’s right,

Your future favorite person

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