To the One I Haven’t Met Yet💖 My Love, I don't know your name yet, nor the way your eyes light up when you laugh. But I feel your absence like a soft ache, like the echo of a song my soul once knew. Sometimes, when the world quiets down, I whisper to the wind and hope it carries my longing to wherever you are. I imagine you — not perfect, but honest. I imagine the days we’ll meet, hands brushing like the start of a poem, conversations deep as oceans. I want to know your childhood dreams, your favorite season, the story behind your scar. I want to be the place you come home to — not just in body, but in spirit. Until then, I’m learning to love myself for you. So when we meet, I’ll be ready. Whole. Present. Open. Yours before the first hello, Me❣️💜