To the one on the finish line,
Hi.
I actually don't know how to start this letter and I begin to wonder why I even thought about writing such a cheesy piece of art. But even wondering about it seems absurd. I've always been an overly hopeless romantic writer and this is not new. I hope you will get used to it because I will surely pen you thousands of letters and poems until the moment my brain and heart will stop equating you to the blue oceans, twinkling stars, happy love songs, creamy carbonara, Rocky Road ice creams and romantic novels.
Baby, it's getting lonely here. I AM getting lonely here... without you. I don't want to rush beautiful things but there are times when I wish you were here by my side. I want to share my favorite food during hungry hours. I want to hear your voice on deafening silence. I want to tell you about what made me cry that day. I want to see your smile when I'm in a bad mood. I want to walk on foreign lands with our hands intertwined. I want to cuddle you under the blanket on cold nights. I want to kiss you on lonely and happy times. I want to touch you every time I get the chance. I want to make sure that you are there whenever I need you. I want to make sure that there is someone waiting for me. I want to make sure that I am not alone in this cruel world. I want to make sure that I am not going to be lonely again.
I wonder where are you now? Are you as lonely as I am? Do you miss me, too? But how can you miss someone you haven't met yet? Or maybe we already know each other but haven't realized yet that we are meant to be together? I wish I know all the answers to these.
I hope you'll come home to me soon. I hope you'll find your way to me not too long. I hope we'll both reach our finish lines in the near future.