Dear To my other rib out there,

Honestly, wherever you are. Hold on.
I'm on my way.
Despite living through my worst again and again,
I hope that before you find me, I'd become the best version of myself. The best version you deserve. Even coal takes time to form diamonds. May my character be polished for you in the currents of due time.

My heart beats for you in ways morse code cannot.
Butterflies flutter in my stomach for a face I've yet to meet.
My soul yearns for a feisty flame that returns warmth to me, rather than engulf me alive.
In my restless dreams, we've laughed, we've danced, we've ran,
only to forget in the morning. Yet my hand still remembers yours.

The very day we meet,
I want to learn everything about you.
And carve every detail about you into my skull.
Your hobbies. Your interests. Your pet peeves. Your dreams.
I would fight at all costs to protect your joy and spirit.
For you are mine and I am yours,
reserved for nobody but ourselves.

Let's be real together. Let's not hide. Not anymore.
You deserve someone who understands the real depth of your character and your ambitions.
You can cry to me, tell me what's hurting and I'll listen. We can feel hurt together and stand together. I don't want a perfect person.
I want you.

Stay strong for me. I'm almost here.