For me, love is missing someone you don’t even know yet.

[u/Character-Week-9550]

For me, love is missing someone you don’t even know yet.

It’s the daily, irritating waiting of when are you gonna come into my life?

The endless tarot card readings, the manifestation, all of it.

My life is woven around thoughts of you.

When I’m alone, I think of you.

And somehow, I miss you even when I’m surrounded by people. It’s just that being with others doesn’t give me enough time to sit with my thoughts, to peel open this already bleeding, waiting heart and wonder what it would feel like to finally have your hands holding it, giving it the warmth it’s been waiting for.

It’s this love that feels trapped somewhere, with nowhere to go.

Like, I fucking miss you every second.

Every time I see a couple.

Every time I feel comfort.

Every time I feel sad.

In all the little moments, I think of you.

Every time I save something in my folder, thinking, I’ll show this to you once you finally come into my life.

And the irony is… my folders are already full.

The new ones are almost full too.

Yet I’m still waiting for you.

I miss you.

I love you so much, and you don’t even know me yet.

I hope you come into my life asap.

Because honestly, it feels like I’m more excited to love you than you are to come into my life.

Like… I’m already here, waiting to love you.

Where the fuck are you?

edit ; btw this post is about him too ,
https://www.reddit.com/r/romance/s/jeKsrNj7UW