I don’t know you yet but I know your eyes will be my favourite windows into the evergreen soul you have.
Your lips will be my pass time and your words, little affirmations that’ll scream everything I need to hear softly so as to not rouse my demons.
Your neck will crave my fingers on it whenever we’re apart and
Your pulse will smile against your skin happily each time the two of us get reunited,
Your chest will be a permanent place for my tired head to reside,
Your head a refuge for my overwhelming thoughts.
Your pinky will hold all our promises
from the nonsensical “let’s watch the stars so they can be jealous of how brighter I shine when I’m with you”
to the whispered “can we do this for the rest of forever?”

I don’t know who you are yet
but I know that God Himself smiled after He made us because He could see traces of flawed yet beautiful perfection in what we will be,
I know that His heart will be content for you will have sought me through Him
and if that isn’t enough then I’m okay with “isn’t enough”.

I hope to know who you are soon
but until then,
My heart won’t want for anything less than waiting for yours
and my train of thought won’t get derailed if the journey takes too long.