One day I will wake up to you by my side. You won’t be a moment early, and not a second too late. You will come into my sphere of consciousness at the most opportune time. And I will be the exact woman you need in your life, right then. We’ll fight, and fight to stay together. I won’t always like you. And I will test your patience. You will make me want to scream when you leave your dirty clothes on my floor. And you will forever find my bobby pins in your laundry. It’ll be a messy, chaotic, real kind of love. We will piece our lives together like a jigsaw puzzle. And our world won’t fall apart when we realize a few pieces are missing.
But tomorrow, you won’t be here. In fact, I might not even know you yet. Because tomorrow, I will not be the woman you need me to be. I’m still being stitched together. My thoughts have not grown selfless enough to be shared with another being. And you might not be the man I would be proud to have a son with. Not yet. Our wild hearts have not slipped into one. One day our imperfections will be the perfect canvas to start a life. One day. Just not tomorrow.