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I miss you, but please do not show up yet


Sometimes I wish you were here. Where ever you are. I do not know if I already met you or if I am still about to. How do I find you, and how do I know when I have found you ? Sometimes I meet someone who seems nice and kind, and then I get let down. So how am I supposed to trust again, not be afraid to see the good, trust in it, that it is real and not just for show ? How do I know that what I found is good, and how do I find you ? I miss you.

.. Yes.. I miss him, and maybe you should not be allowed to say that, how can you really miss someone that you do not even know ?..Well, all I know is this feeling.

That finally found them feeling, that feeling of safety, that feeling of knowing that this is the person you want to take your life's adventures with, that feeling that you do not have to say anything, you could just be. That feeling of laughing to something stupid that only the two of you understand. Seeing them smile. 

But here is the other truth.. no matter how much I sometimes miss him, I wish that he would  not be here just yet. I have a lot of getting whole to do. I need to live my own life for a while, which means live, learn and laugh to it as much as I can. 

`So maybe you are out there, living your life, hopefully to the fullest, And as me, make mistakes that you then make sure to learn  from. Grow' 

We will find each other when we are whole, and then tell each-other all that we know. 
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