Dear you.

Dear you,

One day we’ll meet, but where I’m not sure myself. But what I do know is that one day we will meet, maybe not under the same circumstance we’ve spent all our lives imagining, maybe not like how we’ve always thought and planned it would be. It could be a street market, it could be a crowded restaurant, it could be somewhere in the middle of nowhere. But whatever that is, and whatever may happen, I know we will. I know you will see me, and you would fall irrevocably and uncontrollably in love with me, and my existence.

You’ll love the way I say good morning, the way I rub the sleep out of my eyes furiously. The way my laughter can get uncontrollable and hysterical, maybe even embarrassing. My preternatural love for the color orange and all things fat and cuddly (cats, babies, santa clauses). My secret sketchbooks and notebooks collection which I don’t even use. My weird way of eating. My daily necessary intake of milk and calcium, and my obsession with my straight teeth. How I love writing, be it lyrics, quotes or excerpts from a book. How I brush my hair back with my fingers, only to have to flopping all over messily again. My terribly not-very-pretty button nose. My naivety to be used by people, coming back home to whine to you and seek comfort almost every single day. Constant worrying over my stupid and dangerous trust in people I hardly know. My eerily double-jointed fingers and feet that have the ability to act like hands. My lack of knees. My ability to get sunburnt even from a five minute walk to the bus stop. My spontaneous outburst of energy to write stories or long blog posts. My annoying little handmade cards over the most trivial of matters. The insomniac nights I have, and late night texts at 3am to ask you something random when I can’t fall asleep. My need for you to cuddle me to sleep when I feel so worn out I could die. My extreme curiosity that sometimes may leave you wanting to tie me up so I would stay out of trouble. The way I sleep like a caterpillar, all wrapped up in my cocoon of blankets except for my right foot that hangs out on the left side of my bed. My messy but familiar room. Me being a pain in the ass sometimes when I get really annoying. That single wall in my bedroom that gets so out of control. Times when I can be very quiet, and noisy the next minute. My uncontrollable desire to bite my bottom lip. Extremely long (sometimes way too long) hugs. Sketchbooks filled with doodles and words that makes no sense. Constant replaying of youtube videos that shows babies laughing or animals and their silly stunts. Me stepping on your feet. How annoying I can be when I hug you from behind with my arms wrapped around your tummy, acting like I’m glued to your back so you can hardly walk properly. My sudden outbursts of random facts. Obsessions with Harry Potter. Hearing me sing you ‘soft kitty’ to sleep even when you are sleeping. Hearing me sing all the time. My low self esteem issues that need your assurance.

You’ll love every bit of me, the good the bad. The things that may leave you smiling to the deepest remnants of your soul, or leave you exasperated beyond belief the next. But it will all be okay because we’re in love. Silly people so madly in love. We’ll act like kids and spend rainy Sundays cuddled up indoors watching silly shows and eating ice-cream straight from the tub. We’ll love and see only each other, possess only each other in this big crazy world filled with endless possibilities, love, trust and.. Us. We’ll leave traces of our beings all over the world, travel until we find a place we really belong. We’ll have happiness we’ve always dreamt of. Warm blankets and strong endearing hugs you can never get enough of. Delicious food awaiting you when you get home, and a house filled with all the joy and laughter in the world. You’ll feel like it’s your dream come true because we’re both in it together. And that’s all that it can ever be, and that’s all we will remember when we die and meet again elsewhere. We will keep loving, with all our hearts. We will love, with all we’re capable of. We will leave with memories that stays etched within every inch of your memories, your brain and your heart. And no one can ever take our love from us, just because.

I’ll love you, until the end of time. But until then, I hope to meet you soon.

Love,
Sengie xxxx