To The Soul Mine Have Yet to Meet

We still don't know each other much.
You haven't told me your story yet.
I haven't told you mine.
You still don't know what makes me smile.
I still don't know what keeps you up at night.

We still haven't introduced our souls to each other yet.

You don't know my demons.
I don't know your saviors.
You haven't asked what happened to me.
I haven't asked what made you like that.
You still haven't told me your dreams.
I still haven't answered about my plans.

We haven't known each other long enough.
We haven't even met personally yet.
There are still a lot of grey areas about you.
There are a lot of questions I would've wanted to ask you.

To tell you the truth, I'm way beyond scared.
I'm TERRIFIED to meet you.
I don't know what kind of person you really are.
I'm afraid of you.
I'm intimidated by you.

Yet, despite all this,
I still want to know you.
I still want to ask you all these questions.

I still want to see you--your soul, your whole, your all.

I still want you to see me--who I am, who I was, and who I will be.
I want to meet you and look into your eyes.
I want you to look me in the eyes, and see through.
See through my walls, walk into them, and tear them apart.

I want to open up to you.

Because despite being deathly afraid of you, I want to be with you.
I don't really know why, but even without knowing much about you,
I still could imagine you staying in my life. For long.

There are still a lot of questions.
I still can't see through you.
I still can't read you--your thoughts, your actions, your choices.
I still can't figure you out. I don't think I ever can.

I still can't paint a picture with you in mind.
But still, I could write you poems even though to me, fate's been unkind.
And with this I want to tell you,

All this time, you've been on my mind.
I can't wait to meet you, my one-of-a-kind.