I don't know your name yet, but I've been thinking about you. Not in some grand, dramatic way — more like a quiet certainty that somewhere out there, you exist. You're reading this, maybe smiling, maybe wondering if this is real. It is. Every word.
I want you to know that I'm not rushing this. I believe that the best things in life are worth waiting for, and you — whoever you are, wherever you are — are worth getting right. I'm learning to be the kind of person who deserves the love I hope to give you. Some days I'm better at it than others, but I keep showing up.
When we finally find each other, I promise to listen — really listen. To remember the small things. To make you laugh when the world feels heavy. To build something with you that neither of us could build alone. I don't need perfect. I just need us.