The Man I Haven't Met Yet
Sometimes I close my eyes and look inside my heart, searching through the memories I thought I'd forgotten. I wonder why some people came only to leave, and why I still carry pieces of them within me.
I ask myself if I loved too much, or if I simply gave my heart to the wrong dreams. There are questions my past refuses to answer, and fears I have learned to hide behind a smile.
And then I imagine you, whoever you are. I wonder about your eyes, your voice, your smile, the way your hands would feel holding mine, and whether your heart has been searching for me too.
I don't dream of someone perfect, you know. Just someone whose imperfections feel beautiful to me, someone who will understand my silences without fear, and make me believe that everything before him was leading me home.
