My heart knows that you exist; my soul acknowledges you.
I know in the depths of my being that you are out there waiting to be revealed, to bring to me the other half of myself, as I carry the completion of you.
When I close my eyes I can hear your breath, and feel your skin.
The realness of you is almost scary.
Painful, yet wonderful to have you so near, and yet just out of reach.
Our two individual halves reach across time and space to find communion even before we have met.
The inevitability sweeping us closer; the reflection brings me joy.
Be cautious with yourself, as I will be watchful of my love.
Seeking to keep it only for you, pure and wholly yours.
The shear weight of the palpable connection is almost too much at times; the waiting, an eternity.
Don't lose hope, don't look aside.
Let not the temptation of convenience and ease keep us from finishing this search.
I will wait.
I can do nothing less.
My vary existence hangs on finding you.
Not in desperation which seeks to drain the life from another, but in strength which completes and builds up.
I send my strength to you, and receive yours in return.
Our souls are in orbit around one another in a plane which we cannot see or explain.
You are mine and I am yours.
Predestined before the beginning of all things we must only search for a brief moment for an eternity of happiness.
My life, my love, my everything.