Letter to the One I Haven't Met Yet

Somewhere out there, I believe there’s someone like you.
Not loud or showy, but steady. Like the earth. Like the sky on a slow-moving day.

You probably don’t think of yourself as a hero. You just do what you say you’ll do. You don’t need a spotlight. But your presence is a kind of warmth I’ve never known. And I think I’d recognize it, even if I couldn’t explain why.

You take your time. You ask questions without expecting answers right away. You know the value of silence, the kind that lets a person breathe. You never flinch when I don’t know what to say. You just stay.

You don’t want to fix me. You just want to know me.

And when we sit beside each other maybe not saying much, just letting the air between us settle - I feel more held than I ever have in a crowded room.

You’re not rushing toward the physical part like it’s some finish line. You know that real closeness isn’t about how fast you can touch me. It’s about how deeply you can see me. And you see me. Somehow, you do.

You make me feel like I can put my guard down and still be safe.

Wherever you are, I hope you’re okay. I hope you’re not in a rush. I hope you’re waiting, not for someone perfect, but for someone honest.

Because when you find me, I’ll be that. And I’ll be ready.

Love,
Bruiser