Who are you, where are you, and why is it taking so long?

(772)

You,

I haven’t met you yet. But I listen to this song, and the way it makes me feel, it makes me know you. And hope that I will meet you one day. Because it is the feeling of being in love and I know that it’s ridiculous to feel this from listen to a song but…

You.

Who are you, where are you, and why is it taking so long? I don’t even see you on the horizon, but one day, there you will be, no questions need answering and forever will loom in front of us, something, days, weeks, years, all with this feeling at the bottom of it, chills going through my stomach, and the biggest, stupidest smile on my face reflected back to me on your face.

Because.

I am still a 13 year old girl waiting to spend forever with that boy, the one who says impossible things that I believe. God. I’m an asshole. I’ve got the grin on my face just thinking about it. I won’t do anything to charm you, and when I charm you anyway you won’t print it out in a way that makes me feel self-conscious, make me start performing for you. And I won’t think you’re a sissy or annoying and clingy because you love me, and send me love letters, I won’t have to suppress the urge to laugh at you because…

Because I’ll believe you.

And it can’t be true, and I’ll never meet you and this letter is impossibly mortifying, I can believe anyone but me is going to see it, still…

I can’t wait, and I miss you, and I love you.

ASIA

Please forgive my imperfect expression of all this.

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