I don’t know your name, nor the sound of your voice, nor the exact shade of your eyes. I’ve never held your hand, nor felt the warmth of your presence next to mine. But somehow, in the quiet moments of my life, I find myself thinking of you. It’s as if there’s a part of me that already knows you are out there, somewhere, waiting, just as I am, for the moment our paths will finally cross.

I can’t say why I feel this way. Perhaps it’s the hope that clings to my heart, or the belief that there’s someone meant for me, someone whose soul mirrors my own in a way that words could never capture. I’ve lived enough of life to know that love isn’t something that can be forced, that it isn’t bound by time or circumstance. But it is something that finds us when we least expect it. And perhaps that is the beauty of it, that love comes like a gentle tide, slowly but surely, pulling two souls together when the time is right.

So here I am, writing to you, even though I don’t yet know you. I am already thinking of the moments we will share, moments that will make the world feel like it was meant for us, moments where your laugh will be the soundtrack to my days and your presence the calm to my storm. I imagine the small things: the way you will tilt your head when you smile, the quiet intensity of your gaze when you listen, and the way you will make everything around us fade into the background when you’re near.

I cannot yet promise you grand gestures or perfect moments. But I can promise you that, when we meet, I will give you all that I am, with a heart open and ready to love you in ways I have only imagined. I will cherish every second, knowing that we found each other amidst the vastness of the world and time itself.

Until that day comes, I remain here, waiting. Not passively, but with patience and anticipation, knowing that somehow, somewhere, you are preparing for the same journey.

And when we do meet, whether in a crowded café, beneath the quiet shade of an old oak tree, or in a fleeting moment that neither of us will ever forget, I will be there, and I will recognise you. Not because of anything you say or do, but because in some deep, unspoken way, I’ll have already known you.

With all the love I have yet to give….

The man who is waiting for you.