a letter for...
Somewhere Out There,
I don’t know who you are. I don’t know where you’ll be traveling from when we finally meet. I don’t know what you’ll look like when you smile. I don’t know what your voice will sound like when I’ll look over at you in the morning from across the bed.
But I do know this:
When we finally meet, I will make sure that your travel was worthwhile. When I finally see your face, I’ll make it my mission to put that smile exactly where it should be. And when we wake up, I’ll be there to make the coffee while you make our breakfast.
— Patiently Waiting
I don’t know who you are. I don’t know where you’ll be traveling from when we finally meet. I don’t know what you’ll look like when you smile. I don’t know what your voice will sound like when I’ll look over at you in the morning from across the bed.
But I do know this:
When we finally meet, I will make sure that your travel was worthwhile. When I finally see your face, I’ll make it my mission to put that smile exactly where it should be. And when we wake up, I’ll be there to make the coffee while you make our breakfast.
— Patiently Waiting
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