a Corny love letter

 

My Love
We haven’t met yet...
I don’t know the shape of your face,
or the warmth of your hands.
But somehow, I already love you.

I call you my love
because something in my soul recognizes you—
even in your absence.
A quiet knowing,
a soft echo that keeps whispering:
"When the time is right, you'll find each other."

This isn't the ache of sadness that used to haunt me.
It's something gentler—
a stillness,
a peace I’ve never known.

I don’t feel rushed.
There’s no need to freeze or run.
Maybe I don’t even need to eat—
just breathe,
and be.

You are coming.
And when you do,
I’ll be here,
whole,
waiting,
but no longer searching.
Because I’ve already begun loving you
from within.