pretty sure

I'm pretty sure you exist out there, somewhere. I refuse to believe that a heart would be made to long for someone who does not exist.

I wish you'd introduce yourself soon. I'm getting tired of waiting for you, hoping I'll find you in the eyes of everyone I meet. There's little bits of you in all I see, in all the beauty of the world, in the stories I hear and the stories I tell to my own heart.

I'm looking forward to that moment when I look in your eyes and know that you see me, and that you've been looking for me too.

Until then, I guess I'll just keep my feet on the ground and my eyes to the stars, letting the bits of beauty in each moment overwhelm me.