But the idea of you
persisted…in my dreams, in my thoughts, in my heart. Every solid fact proved
again and again that love and I were not meant for each other. Lonely hearts
are stubborn, though, and very much delusional…and I feel (however wrong I may
be) that you’re out there (somewhere) no matter how many years or miles away.
I’m sure I AM wrong
(that I’ll get over my someone in real life and someday met YOU and you’ll
actually, maybe, possibly, love me back) but it gets me through bad days and I
dream about it (actual dreaming at night) and so I sometimes let myself believe (however wispy that
believing is.)
I imagine what you’re
like, more often than I should. You are kind and smart and sweet, very loving
and loyal and faithful. You’re stronger than I am, yet still feminine. You wouldn’t mind that I’m not wildly
experienced or that I am old-fashioned when it comes to romance and love. You
would adore me and I adore you and hopefully we’d grow old together
Does that sound silly?
Of course it does! Maybe it even sounds creepy. But, for me, that makes it not one bit less true. Even if I never
find you, I will always hold on to the idea of you…just a little bit of false
hope to hold on to on during those long nights when the world feels like such a lonely
place.
Please, dear you,
please if you’re out there, able and willing to care and love with all of your
heart, please come into my life sooner rather later. I’m not very pretty nor
wildly fascinating, but I have a huge heart and a desire to be everything to the woman I may be lucky enough to find one day.
Most sincerely,
me
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