Dear future lover,

I am here again. The last 10 days have been a little crazy. I can’t talk to my therapist till this Sunday, so I guess I’ll have to talk to you instead. Recently, I’ve convinced myself or maybe even lied to myself that I am happy to be single. Did I lie to myself though? There are moments where I am truly happy to be single but there are moments where I wish I could find you sooner.

I didn’t realise I was craving emotional intimacy. I didn’t realise that actually, I really love being a kind, soft and warm space for my lover to emote. For her to just be vulnerable, to just be herself.

So here’s another promise to you, my future lover, when we find each other, I’ll be that space for you. I promise to let you just bury your head in my chest when you need it. I'll listen to you. I'll shower you little kisses on top of your head. You're safe with me.

It makes me happy when I know you trust me enough to do this. It’s a very beautiful form of love.

Let’s meet sooner rather than later, okay?

Love,

J.