To the one I will love someday,
I am not waiting for you.
I am not waiting for the phone to ring.
I am not searching for your face in a crowd.
I am not daydreaming of meeting you
Or holding your hand or walking off into the sunset.
I am not hiding wedding magazines or choosing vows.
I am not planning the life we will share.
Instead, I am living my life.
I am going for a long run through town.
I am hiking in beautiful places.
I am learning to swim.
I am reading as many books as I can.
I am having picnics.
I am listening to records.
I am stretching out in a hammock or on the beach.
I am singing in the car as I drive, enjoying the view out my window.
I am planning adventures.
I am going on adventures.
I am attending concerts and going out with friends.
I am writing books with a smile on my face.
I am not lonely, most of the time.
I am not sitting in a waiting room between the last
Relationship and the next one.
I am not making my heart a fortress
Or building walls of protection.
I am also not casting it out into the world like bait on a line
Trying to find you among all the other fish in the sea.
To the one I will love someday
I don’t expect you to sit around and wait for me.
I don’t expect you to plan the lives we’ll lead together.
I don’t think you’re waiting by the phone
Or even searching for my face in the crowd.
I don’t think your daydreams include me
Because you don’t yet know that there is a me to include.
But one day I will love you with all my heart
And with the very fabric of my soul.
One day you will love me with your whole heart
And with every part of your soul.
One day we will be together,
And maybe it will feel like we always were
Or maybe it will feel, instead, like something rare
And precious, something we find impossible to take for granted.
One day, our love will just be a fact
That we acknowledge as easily as the weather.
But my life is not a waiting room, nor is your own.
One day, I will love you, and you will love me-
But until then, we will live our lives.