I've always thought that there might be a reason why our paths haven't crossed yet. Perhaps it wasn't our time, or neither of us was ready for the condition of being in love. Maybe we needed to wait a little longer to get there.
But, for some reason, the waiting feels empty, like I'm in a room staring at the wall, unsure of where my thoughts will lead me. There's a part of me that yearns for late-night conversations and midnight walks, like what other couples do. There's a part of me that yearns for hugs—knowing what it means to be held by toned arms and a strong chest. There's a part of me that yearns for kisses—understanding what it means to be kissed gently. I'm feeling insecure about my friends; they constantly brag about how much affection their partners have shown them.
But it's quite heavy thinking that I've been missing someone who can give that to me, and I don't even know who that someone is.
Perhaps I'm going insane for thinking about such things that I know will never happen to me. The odds are stacked against me, but I'm still hoping for that someone to appear.
I wonder if I'll ever be able to meet that special someone. Someone who can help me fill the hole in my heart and reciprocate the love I've always wanted to have.
But whoever you are, I hope to meet you soon.
