To the one that awaits me,

Where will I find you, or rather where and when will you find me? Don’t you think it is taking a tad too long? But I know you’re worth the wait, so I will. Anyway, there are a few things that I’d want you to know.

I fall in love way too easily, I’ve fell before and I know I’ll fall again.

There will always be a before, but it doesn’t mean it’s worth holding. There will always be an after, but that doesn’t mean it’s one worth chasing.

I want to be in love, walk in it, feel it, drink it, dance in it-anything, just don’t let me fall again. I’m not vulnerable, I’ve just had my fair share of falling, bruising and scarring, and I can’t have it again.

I hate small talk;

I’d rather be amused by the galaxies than indulge in

some tedious talk about

how-the-guy-next-door-was-so-charming-that-you-forgot-to-even-blink crap.

I can talk about anything and everything, and

I know it will be a bit hard to take it in all at once, but I hope you try.



Who says letters are old-school? I abso-freaking-lutely love letters, even if they are one-sentence-long.

I might be the worst kisser on earth, but I don’t know it yet. I will love fiercely and honestly, but if I want to leave, do not force me to stay.

If it’s meant to be, I know I will come back, because if not you, then who?

If people wore minds in place of faces, I swear I’d have fallen in love at first sight with most of the writers and artists. But sadly, they don’t. I hope we never get tired of exploring each other: what’s going on in our heads, and how eyes communicate better than words.

For all this and more, I want you to find me, and I know you will, even if it’s not anytime soon. I might drift on and off in between, but know that I’m waiting.

And when you come, I hope you’re not afraid of picking me up.