I’ve got things to tell you love. We haven’t met...

I’ve got things to tell you love. We haven’t met yet. I haven’t gotten the chance to fall in love with you as the autum leaves fall and the smell of winter is right around the corner. I haven’t gotten the chance to leave you hidden messages in your coat pocket about whirlwind romances and that trip to Greece we have yet to take. No, I haven’t gotten the chance to say anything yet.

September is almost here and I can feel the hint of winter brewing in the air. There is something about Belgium, the way it wraps it’s cold heart around you and makes the bitter tales of lost loves seem more acceptable. I wish you were here so we could take a walk down the coblestone paths and wrap our cold cheeks in warm scarves as we smile. I can sense you, the stranger who has yet to pierce my heart the way it should have years ago. You’re around, waiting for me to nudge you or brush against your shoulder at the train station.

I’m hoping your ready, ready to take the chance with someone who hasn’t been the same since the last days in Hawaii. I hope you’re okay with sleeping in on Sunday’s and the fact that I don’t wash the dishes everyday. I hope you’re okay with my nervous grins and my constant need to always ask, why? I hope you’re okay, because I’m okay with every flaw that you will inevitably have.

Speak easy, speak slow, don’t rush out words that you don’t mean from the very begining. I’m sure to you, this is all rubbish, because any woman who would write to her future soulmate has a heart that hasn’t heald properly. And you’re right, it’s fragile, bruised, and broken. But the thing is, once we meet, you’ll make every crack go away, like the way super glue holds the most fragile of vases together.

I’ll search the entire world, only if it means I end up with you. The you who hasn’t graced me with his ever charming pressence yet. It’s okay, you still have time.

We still have time.

deerjesus