To whom it may concern,
I'm writing you this letter because I want you to know something; I love you. We may have not ever met. Or maybe we have? But it makes no difference. I still love you. I think you're wonderful and amazing and talented. I am impressed by everything you do, everything you want to become. I am grateful for the person you are. For all your hard work. I'm so glad you have goals and aspirations.
I want you to know that I think about you often. I wonder what you're doing, where you are, what challenges you might be going through right now. And I pray for you. Not always, sometimes I'm more selfish in my approach. But I do pray for you.
Timing is such a weird concept and eternity is an even more weird concept. Somehow, you will forever be a part of my life. Yet, currently, you're not really here at all. I still get to choose you, you still get to choose me. We have more challenges to go through, more obstacles to overcome, more time. And still, I already care more deeply about you than I could ever explain.
I miss you. I think that's really what that feeling is. Not quite a yearning for things unknown, but more of a longing for everything that is intended to be. Sometimes, I wish I really understood how love works. How it's possible for it to be an infinite capacity, a giant circle of never ending hope.
To be honest, I don't believe in soul mates. I don't think you do either. I think you share that understanding that though there isn't just one, there becomes just one. And then, and only then, somehow there has always been only one. And suddenly, soul mates exist.
But for now, let me say I love you. Later on, there'll be time for so much more. Until then, those three little words will have to be enough.