I’m not perfect. I never have been. But the thing is, I’ve finally gotten to the point in my life where I can see who I am very clearly, all my flaws, and all the beautiful bits. I’m finally ready to admit this, to put it out in the universe, to be this self-confident.

I deserve you.

I don’t need you in order to be happy, I can live like this, I can stand on my own two feet and I can enjoy doing it. But I ache for you, for your hands in mine, for your touch and especially, especially for your soul.

My life will never again be an empty thing, I want this adventure and I will make the most of every opportunity. I have chosen my happiness, just as I choose when to allow myself to be sad; to miss you. I have chosen this life, these moments, the insane decisions, the ones that hurt, the good, the bad and the ugly. All mine. And when I take a step back, it’s a beautiful tapestry that I have woven, amidst the light and dark of my past, the lessons I have learnt, the pleasure and pain.

But I want you to know that as great as my life is, as yours is, they will be even better together. I can’t wait to get to know you, for the moment when I know with absolute certainty, that it is your soul that I have been longing for.

It is more than desire, that fleeting heat, the fickle flame that ignites even between strangers. It is more than waiting, that passive act of simply existing between the moments in which life occurs. No, longing is the only way to describe the depth to which my soul yearns for yours.

Do try not to wait another 25 years to introduce yourself. I would actually like to experience a little more of that fickle desire before I’m 50 (for the sake of life experiences), and I would prefer that it be with you.