If we shall ever meet, then I want us to meet each other on our worst possible day. You know those days when the words you say don’t make any sense. Those days when you find it hard to be yourself, or days when you are brutally honestly vulnerably yourself.
If we shall ever meet, then I want us to meet each other with hair unkempt, nails uncut, teeth unbrushed, dark circles under the eyes, and pimples on the face. Those days when you look into the mirror and can’t fathom to like being in your own skin.
If we shall ever meet, then I want us to meet each other on the day when we don’t need each other’s company but a book and a coffee. Those days when it is rainy outside, and your coffee is getting cold, but you are lost somewhere in your book.
Because with every passing day after the day we finally meet, we are going to learn that maybe both of us are not as bad as we found each other to be on the first day we met. Because with every passing day after the day we finally meet, we will get to know each other a little more, our love for each other will only grow.
How rare is that to meet them one day when you are not exactly ready to meet them, and then look at that same person after thirty-six years and whisper, you look prettier than the day we met. And they whisper, your words are making sense now. How rare is that to fall in love and feel more grateful about the love as the days pass by?