To the man I love, to my future.
The first time I felt your presence, I began joining the dots in the sky, wondering when our stars would align.
I often think of where you are and if you’re happy. Are you in love? I hope she is gentle. I know you
and I are the same in that way—we bruise a little more easily than most. You see, our souls were made in the same breath.
I know I’m running late—I’m sorry. Things haven’t worked out the way I planned. But believe me whenItellyouIamonmyway.
Until then, think of me, dream of me and I will do the same. One day I will learn your name, and I will write it somewhere on this page. And we will realize that we have known each other all along.
By Lang Leav
