I’m not sure who you are or if I’ve ever met you. I don’t know what you smell like or how curly your hair gets after you get caught in a rainstorm. I couldn’t tell you what your favorite color is or if you put the lines above your capital J’s. What I do know is that I hope I can see you soon. I know that at some point after I meet you, we’ll realize that we both get a little nervous around each other and decide to roll with that feeling. I won’t cook chicken for you, but I’ve got a vegetarian cookbook that Ryan’s sister Kelly gave me once if that would be alright. I hope you’ll forgive me if my palms are a tad sweaty when I try and hold your hand the first couple times.
We can go for long bike rides with no destination, go on picnics in places that people wouldn’t normally picnic, and sit outside on sunny days and paint pictures of whatever we feel is worthy of our brush strokes. I could teach you how to play the ukulele and you could teach me how to waltz. I could tell you stupid things but maybe you’ll make me feel like they weren’t so silly as I thought. I’d have a spot on the edge of my chest right about where it starts to meet the shoulder, and you could rest your head there any time you like. You won’t mind that I still haven’t figured out what to make of life’s big secrets, and love me the same no matter how well my car works at the moment. I could try my best to make you smile and even on rainy days when the cable is out, we’ll be just fine laying around reading old magazines and talking about Seinfeld.
I know you’re out there somewhere and I know I’ll meet you someday, but is all of this waiting around really necessary? I mean I can live without you just fine, but why would I want to do a thing like that if I didn’t have to?
Awww. Sincere and beautiful. Love it.