Sunday, June 16, 2013

PERSONAL: WAITING TO BE FOUND

To my future soul mate...

Although we are apart & may never have met, those of faith say that within this world of space & time, we are already together, but just can't see it yet. So, to ease the pain of relentless time, I am writing this letter in hopes that it will somehow draw your soul to mine. Truth be known, I have looked for you and still do everywhere. In the streets, in my dreams... in the eyes of every soul I meet. I have spent this time apart from you alone, setting goals, realizing dreams and becoming the man I have always wanted to be. I have had many journeys within my life, ones that I will share with you. For someday I will also learn about what you have endured in your own path, while searching for me too. There have been many who have asked me who you are and what you stand for. My response to them has always been the same, that the woman I love knows my worth and loves me more. All she asks I shall be.... so she will always know that all she needs will always begin and end with me!

They say that one's best success comes after their greatest disappointments. So here I am. No stranger to life's disappointments or love's scars, but still willing to make the journey to find love & happiness. The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a glowing depth, beauty, and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvellous thing. A sort of Divine accident. So you could say that I am here, waiting to be FOUND.

I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.

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