Taken from Thought Catalog
I hope you like to laugh, but I don’t know that either. There are a lot of things I don’t know about you. I don’t know what you look like, where you work, the size shoe you wear or when I’m going to meet you. I feel like I’ve been in this place for so long. I want someone to look at that’s not my own reflection in the mirror. No matter how much I want, I can’t make you appear out of thin air. I can’t grow you in a garden. I can’t order you from a catalog. The only thing I can do is wait. I’ve been waiting for a long time now.
Maybe I should stop waiting for you. Maybe it’s time to stop making our bed, folding our clothes and paying our bills. That’s my bed, my clothes and my bills. You don’t exist; at least not yet.