Dear future love,
I made yummy crêpe for breakfast this morning, and how I wish you were here to taste them. I do not want to brag, but they were great. I’m hoping you’ll be able to try them out next time. Would be sweet if I could share this Saturday morning brekkie by the balcony with you. Maybe sometime soon.
Somehow I feel that I am not too far away from you now. I’ve traveled thousands of kilometers to get here, and know that each and every step I take I am hoping to take me closer and closer to you. I’ve come a long way to find you. I have waited for a long time. I’m here now. I exist. Come get me.
Sometimes I can’t help but think back to all the shit I had to go through in the past. It’s been a crazy journey, and I’ve risked my heart so many times. I do hope you don’t mind receiving my heart a little bit scarred and bruised. But once you find it, it’s all yours. Then, maybe all the shit in the past will make sense, or maybe they wouldn’t even matter anymore.
I pray for you each and every day, that God keep you safe and happy and give you the things you hope for. I pray that you’ll eventually realise once you’ve found me, all in God’s perfect time. I pray for patience as I continue to wait, to search, to hope. And I pray that He mold me into the person that you’ve always prayed for.
I love you yesterday, today, and tomorrow. I’ll see you soon.