I was excited. Probably too much too early. I imagined your smile. I imagined you holding my hand. I wanted to get to know you. Desperately. What would you be like? Soft spoken wild child I bet. Most probably cheeky too. I loved you from the very first moment I heard about you. It was inevitable. That kind of love is unstoppable.
But it was not to be. I’ve lost you now and we will never meet. That’s the truth.
But I have big hopes. For someone like you.
For someone like you, I will wait.