To the One I Haven’t Met Yet,






To the One I Haven’t Met Yet,

I don’t know your name,
or what your laugh and voice sounds like in the morning
are you snoring or not, are you a coffee person or not.
I don’t know how you’ll look at me when I’m being annoying,
whether you will feel annoyed or angry
or how your body feels against mine when we’re half asleep.
are you oke I am using your arms as my pillow or will you hug me when we're sleeping

But I know one thing:
I know you were out there and looking for me. I’m ready.

Not ready in a perfect way.
But I am pretty sure you're ready to make us perfect .
Not because I’ve healed everything.
But I am pretty sure, you'll guide me heal. 
Because I’ve met myself. The best version of myself 
And I’ve learned to stop chasing love…
and start inviting it.

I’m not waiting for you to complete me —
I’m already home.
I'm not waiting for you to make me happy —
I'm already happy, and you'll complete me
But when you come,
I hope you find that I’ve left a space for you…
not out of loneliness, but out of intention.

Come if you’re not afraid of softness.
Come if you know that love isn’t a prize,
but a mirror.
Come if you you are not afraid to be complemented
Come if you are not afraid of imperfection

Because that's where perfection comes from.

I will not beg you to stay.
I will not hide my truth to make you comfortable.
I will meet you in the middle — not above, not below.
Side by side. Soul to soul.

And when you’re ready,
find me not in the crowd…
but in the silence between two open hearts.

And when you find me, I'm sure the universe will support us.

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