I long for you.
I wonder about you.
Have I met you yet? Did I lose you? Have a walked by you millions of times without once realizing it was you?
Everyone tells me that you'll be found the moment I stop looking for you. But isn't that kind of like giving up? I don't want to give up on you before I have the chance to even meet you, or meet you as something entirely new.
Now don't get me wrong, waiting for you never was an issue.
It's the missing that I have a problem with.
I swear you can talk to me.
I promise I won't bite.