A letter to my future wife

Dear someone I’ve yet to meet,

Hello.

It feels weird writing to someone you haven’t met. It’s weirder still telling them that you miss them. Yes. I miss you. Even though the fabric of space-time hasn’t allowed our union, and even though English grammar forbids me to speak of future events using the present tense, I cannot find any other words to express what I feel right now, probably because the words are yet to come and do not wish to be brought forth before their time. It feels like you are a part of me, and I miss you.

I hope we meet soon. I have so much to tell you and you have so much to tell me. There is so much we have yet to do together. But maybe I’m taking a lot of presumptions here — I don’t even know if you’re one or many. Maybe I’ll see parts of you in other people, living each moment with a different person but still feeling the same warmth in all of them, the warmth that I call you. Or maybe you’re a single person I’m going to meet, someone who will complete me in some way. Or maybe I’ve already met you, but our timelines are yet to cross in a meaningful manner.

Maybe I’m a giant jigsaw puzzle that has lost too many squares and you’re a giant jigsaw puzzle that has lost too many squares, but in some divine way I have all your missing pieces and you have all of mine, and this is why I’m searching for you and this is why you’re searching for me. We’re just looking for our missing pieces, the pieces that were never there, the pieces that were taken and never returned, the pieces that just disappeared as time went on.

I guess everyone is a giant jigsaw puzzle, constantly searching for their missing pieces.

I miss you sounds wrong now, since the only way I’ll ever complete myself and the only way you’ll ever complete yourself is for us to take over each other completely. And that wouldn’t be a single I any more, or a single you. We miss you would be better suited.

Having said all that, I don’t know why completing puzzles is so important.

But what I do know is that the bare thought of being with you takes my breath away. I can’t even place my feelings. It’s one of those moments that no artificial construct, let alone words, can ever describe. It’s like looking at the stars at night and suddenly realizing that you will never be able to understand their beauty with such a clouded mind. It’s like watching a sunset turn the whole world red and then black with such grace that you’re left wondering when the evening ended and the night began.

I look at the world and I see so much that I feel like my heart is going to burst. So I shield myself from this grandeur. I wear the tinted lenses of apathy. I ignore the beauty around me, simply because I feel that if I take off these glasses I’ll be blinded by the light. And this is why I need you. And this is why you need me. I trust you more than I trust myself and you share similar faith in me.

So tell me everything is going to be alright, and take off my glasses. I’ll be happy to do the same to you. We’ll face the light together, you and I.

I really hope we meet soon. We miss you.

Yours,
Someone you’re going to meet