Raeanne (moimetamorphose) wrote in letterstolovers,

On nights like this I miss you.

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.
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