More often than not, I wonder whether you exist somewhere in the world, and if we shall collide one day and embark upon some whirlwind romance where up becomes down and left becomes right. Of course I want to believe that this is true, but reason interrupts such thoughts of fancy before they even have a chance to take flight. Too often have I collapsed into an abyss of depression, thinking that perhaps I am not meant to have you. But surely I cannot be fated to tread the paths of Life alone?
Often, I also wonder if perhaps I have already met you, and whether we have crossed our life threads already. It causes me to think that perhaps I walk through the days blindly, that perhaps I have missed you, who have perhaps been there all along. But surely it would not take me so long to notice someone as incredible as you?
Maybe what I need from you right now is a sign that you are still out there somewhere, as alone and as lost as myself. Maybe you cry out to me in the same way I cry out to you, with this silent desperation. Maybe if we have met, all you need to do is slap me in the face to make me look at you for a second longer; that second longer could be all it takes for me to fall in love with you. Some bonds are meant to be made in a second and be unbreakable throughout lifetimes. This will be one of them, to be sure. All we must do is find one another.
I'm not ready to relinquish hope just yet. So please; I don't want either of us to end up among the ranks of the lonely. We deserve far better.