You

I imagine what you look like. The clothes you like to wear. The cuisine you take to, and the places you love to go.

I wonder what your smile is like. And the laughter in your eyes. The rhythmicity of your voice when you speak of happy things. The way that you tuck a loose wisp of hair behind your ear.

I like to think that you'd love to join me in the things I love to do. Stealing gazes across the table as we are settled down with a good read in hand. Watching life pass by over drinks or a simple meal. Or listening to the patter of a rainy afternoon, warm and cozy on the couch. We'd run off every now and then and meet for long lunches, except we'd skip lunch altogether.

There'll be an unexplained connection; words, countless conversations. We'd talk until there is nothing more to say. Sometimes we won’t speak at all, for there was no need for any conversation. We’d immerse ourselves in each other, hand in hand. And there'll be many little gifts planted here and there, for the unsuspecting you to discover.

Tears will be shed, and there will be hurt. Fleeting moments that will serve to strengthen our love. But at the end of it all, there will be comfort, sweetness… and so much more.

I know for a fact you are out there. Perhaps I have just described you to the letter. Perhaps you are reading this at this very moment.

And if you really do exist, I have already fallen.