Consider This A Love Letter

I don’t know you. Or, at least, I don’t think I know you.

When I imagine you, your story is similar to mine. You were in a relationship and you learned a lot from it. Maybe you have a kid, but they’re getting older now and getting ready to have adventures of their own. Maybe you don’t. But in my mind you have a past, just like I have a past. You’re a whole person. Opinions, imperfections, lovely.

When I imagine you, you’re a little nerdy, funny.

But that’s all I’m doing. I’m imagining. I don’t know you. Or, at least, I don’t think I know you. I wonder if you imagine me, too. I wonder if you’re right in your assumptions. I wonder if you’re picturing me just like I’m picture you. Watching me as I struggle through a day. Jumping up and down with me when I achieve something. Kissing my back when I fail. I wonder if you feel it when I imagine doing those things for you. I wonder if, in our dreams, we’re there for each other in every way we’re lacking when we wake. I feel like I miss you, which is incredible because I don’t think I’ve met you.

I don’t know you. Or, at least, I don’t think that I know you.

I think when we meet it’ll be amazing. The stuff of love stories. The kind where the rain is pouring down and we’re standing in it without a care in the world because we’re lost in each others eyes.

“But every time you feel love, it’ll be different. Every time it’s different.” You know the quote. Or, at least, I imagine you do.

So consider this a love letter. I’m in love with you, and I’ve missed you dearly. If you’re reading this, if I’ve handed it to you, know that I’m excited because we get to turn these imaginings into memories. Believe me when I say I’ve waited for you for a very, very long time. Lastly, please understand when I tell you that I’ve worked very hard to become a whole person myself.