To my future husband,
I don't know what you look like nor what to call you. The stars haven't even have a constellation that will lead me to you. We are still stranger as a I wrote this message.
I'll keep on praying for you and I hope you too. You're still an unknown to me that I may have passed you when you're sitting on a side bench, or I may have look at you and glanced away, I also may have sit next to you in a bus, but fate still hasn't made a way for us to form nexuses.
To my future husband, I may be late a little since I'm busy building myself but when I finish I promise that I'll run to you. Hang in there, because when that day come I'm sure it's not like the others, the sun will be brighter, the moon will be bigger, and the stars will align pointing at us, as they light the invisible red string in our pinky fingers.
It'll be magical as the universe made two people fall in love in this sea of strangers.
-Julietsart
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