Dear whoever you may turn out to be,
I’m not about
Lists and expectations
Or fitting into boxes
And hoping for the best.

What I do hope
Is that when we do meet
It feels like the past few years,
Trapped in a spider’s web
Of missed opportunities and
Wrong people
And wasted ‘I love you’s
And precious kisses taken away…

They all just melt away.
And you,
My dear future person,
Will be worth the wait.

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