Err... Hi.
This is a little awkward. I'm not good at initiating a conversation but I hope this medium eases things. Heaven knows I would have been completely tongue-tied or stuttering like a fool if you were sitting across me, looking as beautiful as I'm sure you do with that irresistible air of nonchalance and confidence.
I've been thinking about you lately... like for the past decade or so. I'm sorry I gave your rightful place to others but they all claimed to be you. You didn't make things any easier by never reaching out either. I know I could have done the same but, hey, maybe we aren't even acquainted yet. And maybe we are acquainted but are too blind to see that we are soulmates.
I'll be honest with you. I don't believe much in the concept of "someone somewhere is made for you." It just seems a bit silly that the cosmos decided to put everything on hold and said, "Hey! Let's create people in pairs and have them spend frickin years just looking for each other." Well, actually it sounds more evil than silly so, yeah, it's quite a possibility that we were created in pairs.
I must apologize for taking so long to find my way to you. Not really, though, I'm sure you're having a swinging time with whoever you are dating before. Because if you are my soul mate, you must be nice enough to have your picking.
There are many beautiful angels in the world,but you are the only beautiful angel in my world. You are the queen of the moment: a voice as ebullent as the soulful seranade soft and succullent as lovely whispers. I am enchanted by your angelic beauty and with you my heart lies and waits.Your beauty and comportment got me possessed. I spend every good mornings and lonely nights obsessed,of this captivating and long staying love descending my pomdering heart from above.You are my better-half,the all i ever have in this my very one life.I will love you more than I'd ever love because you're sacrifice. I will stay with you and never leave because you are true gift of love.I will love you,and never do you wrong.
I'm quite certain that when we do meet, you will be nice enough to tell me that you've been looking for me and are tired of all those impostors who promised you the world but walked out on you.
Things are going great for me right now. I have a house, a great job, a few close friends, and a very supportive family. I don't really need you. And I hope you don't need me, either. It would be awful if we got together because of something based on a feeling as pitiful as need.
I will not scout bars, coffee shops, marriage portals, social media websites, etc. with any hope of chance encounters with you. The kind of women I've met so far at these places are not soulmate-material at all. I'm just going to write this ad and sent it out to the universe hoping the same energy comes right back to me. Something like a message in a bottle. And I'll hope it finds its way to you. Doesn't have to be now. Take your time. I'm in no rush and I've got enough work and distractions to keep myself busy 'til you come by.
To make things easier and to make sure that this letter is not answered to by the wrong person (after all, you are one of a kind), I'm going to describe you so you know this for you:
You are beautiful and slim
You are college educated with a good job
You come from a good family
You know how to love...meaning love is a verb not a noun.
You don't have kids but want them ASAP
You are not going to make me pass some physical attraction or chemistry test.....what you are interested in is someone's character.
And once we met...you will be mine forever.
And Love is never leaving me
You are probably not from this planet. Or if you were born here, you sure as hell don't feel like you belong here. I want to assure that it's all right. I've made peace with the fact that you don't belong to the human species. But hey, we need to work out a language we both understand, okay?
Write to me with your three-fingered hand. I'll wait. Don't forget your number....that's how I will know it is you. (So many woman here still consider me a stranger or some serial killer hence they are afraid and come with me with fear, but you know better...
Love,
You-know-who.
I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.
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