Dear Soulmate,
I want your presence in my life.. I want your significance.. I want to fall asleep to your voice and wake up to your texts, your love, someday even your face, features relaxed as you sleep beside me, occupying the space that had once been empty, as my heart had.
I want to be able to call you mine and to be able to call myself yours. I want to know your friends and your family, I want to laugh and joke and be close with them, but I would always be closest to you. I want your sarcasm, your stupid humor, your affection and your liveliness.
I want to be forever beside you, in body, mind and spirit.. I want to be the one you come home to and the one you only leave to visit. I want to be the one you change for.. the one you constantly want to do better for.. the one you want to be enough for, even if I’d always know it was me who would never be enough.
I want to be the waist you wrap your arms around, the lips that touch yours and the perfect filler to the spaces between your fingers. I want to be the one to reassure you, comfort you.. I want to be the one you open up to and trust with your life. I want you to trust me with your heart.. I want you to hand me the razor, tell me where to cut and dare me to hurt you.. I wouldn’t hurt you.
I want to be the one who you adore.. the one that you’d rather die than ever bruise.. the one you want to be with for the rest of your time on this earth. I want to be the person you dedicate your time to and rush to aid. I want to make sacrifices for you.. I want to be there for you and mend your wounds. I want to be the one to whisper sweet nothings to you while you fall asleep.
I want to be the person you feel blessed to have, even though I’d be the one who’s blessed to have you. I want to be the one you call beautiful all the time.. the one you can never hold too tightly and the one you could never bear to lose. I want to be the object of your affection.. your soulmate.. the other half of you.
The only thing standing in the way of this, is that I don’t know who you are.. but I hope you find me soon.. I’ll be waiting.
Love, Hopeless Romantic
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