To the woman I’ve not met yet — First of all: hello! Although I cannot see your face, You’re just a shadow, A barely visible silhouette, An unlockable video game character. I cannot see your smile, The colour of your eyes, Or how your hair radiates Under the summer sun. I have no idea How soft, or rough, Your skin feels like. I have no clue How your neck smells like, Nor how your lips taste, Nor how your name sounds — Like some mysterious primal music? I do not know. Nor do I know yet How my heart will throb When I’ll hear your voice Whisper, Or scream out My name. I have no idea at all. Not yet, at least… It’s unfortunate That we view time As a linear path, A river flowing Towards a singular direction. But I’d like to believe, Maybe out of mere fantasy, Or out of childish delusion, That we are bathing In an ocean of time; And that we have already met, Shared awkward smiles, Accidentally touched Each others’ hands And felt electrified. We have already taken the courage To confess, in words, The complex chemical processes That we only seem to trigger For each other. We’ve already fought Our first big fight. Been separated, And reunited again. We’ve already taken The trip we had always planned To take together. We’ve already taken those vows, Which are easier said than done. We’ve already stayed awake, Lazily in bed, Smiling at each other, With a spark of life in between. We’ve already loved each other, Missed each other, Mourned each other When the inevitable moment came… To the woman I haven’t met yet — I’m on my way. It is only a matter of space, And time.
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