//Forever Imperfect

a letter to my future lover:

its funny to think that we're strangers
and you're sitting in some other room
in some other house
maybe even in some other country
thinking about things that.

its funny to think that you're out there
dreaming and loving and
wishing upon the same stars
that i look up at when night falls
like a curtain over the horizon.

its funny to think that someday
you will love me
but today
you have no idea
who i am.

p.s. when the time comes,
      i will love you too. 

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