I truly believe that there’s still someone out there with a writer’s soul and a passionate heart, one who would kiss me with words that reach up to the vast galaxy and pick out stars for me, one who would embrace me with warm arms that hold secrets intact and never let them go, one who would cry seven oceans if ever he sees my heart shatter like a broken mirror. I have faith and hope that the universe still has that one person for me.
I believe that you exist. I believe that you’re not just a figment of my imagination or another character in one of my favorite books. I believe in your existence and the path that you’re on that will soon cross mine.
Still looking for him. Quite desperately, if it's not that obvious.