To the stranger I love

I haven't met you yet, I guess. That's what makes this post so weird.

I don't even know you and I'm missing you already.

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe we've passed by each other, too busy in our own lives to glance at each other. Maybe our eyes met. Maybe we're miles apart with no idea that the other person exists.

I wish I knew who you were. I would love to know what makes your eyes twinkle - is it a brash YO MAMMA joke, or perhaps a subtle flirtation ? A hidden smile ? Chocolate ?
I would love to know what is "your" unique expression - a seductive lip bite ( grrrowl ), an arched eye brow ( say wha' ) or a rosy blush ?
I would love to know who you are, what you read, what you listen to and how you relax at the end of a rough day.

I don't know you.

But someday, in the future, I will fall in love with you.
And I hope you will too.

I want you to know that while I am gullible, I do wear my heart on my sleeve.. and I do love easily. I still believe as I did before that a person becomes more beautiful when you are in love with them. I realise now that it isn't necessary for couples to like the same things for love to exist.

I hope to let you know, as the years go by, that I will stay true ( disclaimer : mental fantasies excluded ), and while being a pain in the ass, I will be an adorable pain in the ass.
I hope you will learn to trust me the way I will blindly trust you ( unless you're a lawyer.. that's fair, right ? ) I hope you will grant me the space I desire without worrying that I need you not ( for nothing can be further from the truth )... I hope you can see beyond the jokes and realise that there is a serious person too trapped inside.

Till that day comes when we finally meet, stranger, stay safe. If you are in love, I hope it is a wonderful experience ( though not lovely enough that I have to compete with the memories !! ) . I hope you look both ways before crossing the street and avoid dark alleys. I hope you ain't sitting in a cafe worrying while eating the chocolate fantasy how your figure will be judged.. my eyes, at such times, are glued to the chocolate fantasy, rest assured.
I hope you don't worry whether I find your hot friend attractive. While my eyes may escort her as she travels the room, my heart will remain with you ( or something like that ). I hope you love cats the way I do.. stir fried or in a nice gravy with our pet dog nodding appreciatively.
I hope you cry while watching tear jerkers - it makes it easier to tease you while I get rid of the dust in my eye.

Most importantly, I hope you have a keen sense of humour... you will need it to love me.. heck, you will need it to be in love with me !!

If, however, in the end, fate intervenes, if our roads never cross, I pray you have a good life. I hope you get the guy you always dreamed of, the house with the seaside view and the labrador that does card tricks too - just leave me the last slice of the chocolate fantasy back at the coffee shop to remember you by, in my mind's eye, as the stranger I never laid eyes upon and looked forward to loving.

Till then, my love, I hope you are praying for me too somewhere.
Sleep tight.
Don't let the bedbugs bite.