Haven’t met you yet

I know who the love of my life is. But I haven’t met him yet.

I know that he will love music and maybe play the guitar and we’ll both know how to speak Spanish. He will want to travel the world and he will care about conserving resources and the environment.

He’ll be intelligent and insightful and probably a democrat.

My parents will love him and he will get along with my brothers.

When I ask him to go on a road trip at 2 P.M. on a Saturday he will pack a bag and we’ll be driving by 3. He’ll like being outside. He’ll be good at climbing trees.

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We will have long discussions about the fate of the world and we’ll never get bored. He’ll know exactly what to say and exactly what not to say.

He will love the beach and will make me laugh until I cry.

We will listen to each other. He will dance with me in the living room, even if there’s no music.

I don’t know his name and I don’t know exactly what he looks like.

But I know he’s out there. I just hope he finds me, and that I’m the one he’s looking for.


It’s crazy how fast people change.

It feels like just yesterday when my childhood friends and I were placing graham crackers in our kindergarten cubbies for our Thumbelina dolls to eat, or sitting under the big, protective oak tree, hiding acorns from the boys in our class.

Flash-forward ten years and here we are today, possibly closer than ever, but yet there is a division between us, and secrets hiding underneath the smiles flashed to each other.

We sit down at the plastic lunch tables, and pretend to laugh at jokes we don’t get. We then walk away, our group separates, and we don’t see each other until the next class.

It’s weird to think we would hide anything from each other but maybe I did something that changed that. It’s hard to not always blame yourself, for things you know aren’t your fault, but maybe someone else thinks they are.

You try to confide in people who you once would, but things are uncomfortable, so you tuck your feelings away. And at last, your childhood friends are falling into different groups, and, finally, your group is divided.

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