Dear You,

Maybe we’ve already crossed paths without realizing it. Maybe you’re living a life completely separate from mine, unaware that somewhere, someone is quietly hoping you’ll exist exactly as you are.

Or maybe you’re still becoming the man I’ll eventually meet.

I wonder what your days look like.

I wonder if you’ve had your heart broken too. If you’ve questioned your worth. If you’ve stayed awake at 2 a.m. wondering why some people leave without saying goodbye.

I hope life has been kind to you.

But if it hasn’t, I hope it made you gentle instead of bitter.

Before you came into my life, there were days I questioned if love was still meant for me.

There were moments when I thought maybe I was simply someone people visited but never stayed for.

I waited for messages that never came.

I replayed conversations in my head.

I wondered if I had said too much… or not enough.

Slowly, I learned that waiting for someone else’s attention is a lonely way to live.

So while I waited for you—even without knowing I was waiting—I started learning how to choose myself.

I built little dreams.

I found comfort in writing.

I learned to enjoy my own company again.

I laughed at things that once made me cry.

And piece by piece, I became someone I was proud of.

I hope when we meet, neither of us is looking for someone to complete us.

I hope we’re simply two whole people choosing each other every single day.

When life gets busy, I hope we never stop checking in.

Not because we have to.

But because we’ll always want to know how the other person is doing.

I hope we become the kind of couple who can sit together in complete silence without it feeling empty.

The kind who laugh over the smallest things.

The kind who still hold hands years later.

The kind who choose kindness during arguments.

The kind who remember that it’s us against the problem—not us against each other.

Please don’t disappear when life becomes difficult.

Tell me you’re overwhelmed.

Tell me you need time.

Tell me you’re tired.

Just don’t leave me guessing.

I promise I’ll do the same for you.

I don’t need perfection.

I don’t need expensive dates.

I don’t need grand romantic gestures every day.

I just want consistency.

A “Drive safely.”

A “Have you eaten?”

A random hug in the kitchen.

A smile from across the room.

Someone who stays.

Someone who means what he says.

Someone whose actions make me feel safe.

If you’re reading this someday beside me, I hope you know how grateful I am that our stories eventually found each other.

Thank you for arriving when the timing was finally right.

Thank you for not making me chase love.

Thank you for reminding me that healthy love doesn’t feel confusing.

It feels peaceful.

And if today we haven’t met yet…

I’ll keep living.

I’ll keep growing.

I’ll keep becoming the woman you’ll be proud to love.

Take your time.

I’ll be here, building a beautiful life—not because I’m waiting for you, but because when you finally arrive, I want to welcome you into a life that’s already full of hope.

Until then,

I’ll save a little space beside me.

Love,

The Woman Who Can’t Wait to Meet You