A Letter Before You and After You
To my future:
In the depths of my soul, in the silence of my days, in the emptiness between my fingertips, I search for you. Constantly. Intermittently. Everywhere. Among the faces of a crowded bus or an alien place, I long for a familiarity that I haven’t met yet. And I hope that somewhere, you are looking for me too.
Oftentimes, I find myself questioning if true love even exists; maybe such things are merely beautiful lies fantasized by lonely, brokenhearted people. Because if they were true, heartache would cease to exist. Wouldn’t it? Are there answers clearly written in stone somewhere in the universe?
Before my heart was broken, I used to believe. I used to believe that all the pain and suffering could be alleviated by love. That you are somewhere out there, ready to catch me and make me yours.
Love exists. I see it in the eyes of people who found something to believe in, to cherish, to protect. It’s in the smallest physical touch, the smallest action, the smallest gesture.
But are you there? Are you amongst those faces? Or is this some wishful thinking?
