Before I Could Call You Mine

Before I Could Call You Mine
There was a time when I didn't know your name.
I didn't know your face, your voice, your dreams, your favourite things, or the little habits that would someday become familiar to me.
I didn't know where you were, what you were becoming, or whether you were already somewhere in this world living a life completely separate from mine.
And yet, somehow, I began writing to you.
Not because I knew you.
But because I believed that someday, there might be a person whose heart would understand mine in ways I couldn't yet imagine.
This isn't a story about how we met.
It is the story of everything that came before.
The prayers.
The hopes.
The little dreams.
The things I wondered about you without knowing who you were.
The person I was becoming while somewhere, you were becoming yourself too.
A collection of thoughts, letters, memories, dreams and pieces of my heart written for a person whose name I couldn't write at the beginning of the book.
Maybe someday, you'll sit beside me and read these pages.
Maybe you'll laugh at the things I imagined completely wrong.
Maybe you'll recognize yourself in the things I hoped for.
And maybe, when you reach the last page, you'll understand why I called this book-
Before I Could Call You Mine.
Because perhaps our story didn't begin when we met.
Perhaps this was simply the first chapter I knew how to write.