Hey. I don't know you yet, and you don't know me yet, but I'm sure the day we meet will be absolutely perfect. I think about you all the time. Sometimes, I wonder where you are, who you're with, what you ate for breakfast this morning, what you'll wear tomorrow. I fantasize about my ideal version of you, I make you hair brown then blonde then change my mind and make it black. You're tall, short, lean, chubby, athletic, an office guy, but you know what? I'll love and adore you in any mold you come. I'm positive that when I see you and you see me, we'll Know and we'll fall in love right away. God works in mysterious ways. I'm only fourteen now, and I know you're light years away. How will we meet? I want it to be romantic, in a park, maybe through friends or by a brush of shoulders in the street that sends electricity running through our veins. But any way you come to me, I don't care, as long as you come. You don't have to come soon. But preferrably before I'm twenty. I want to have two beautiful children with you, buy a pretty, cozy little house in a respectable neighborhood, and come home to cook our family dinner every night. And when we put the kids to bed, it'll be just you and me, all alone, just us. We'll snuggle and hug and kiss and share hot chocolate under a fleece blanket and I'll want to stop time because I love you so much. We'll be inseperable. We'll not even have to say "I love you" because all it will take is a look and we'll understand. It'll be in our eyes, and radiating through our souls, we'll set the air in the room on fire between us. Can you take me to Europe? All alone, just us? We can dance through english ruins, stand on top of cliffs and hold each other, the wind and your hands through my hair. We'll tour India, Japan, China, and you'll buy me a kimono and I'll wear it around the whole day, even if people laugh at me, because you say I look beautiful in it. I've always wanted to own a barn. Can you like horses? We'll gallop together through the fields of swaying amber and watch sunsets that will make me cry and wonder how I could ever believe that you wouldn't happen to me, and when you did, you'd be something awful. You'll smile a lot. It won't matter what happens, your smile is the key to it all. And when it comes time for me to go, will you please hold me tight and kiss my forehead and say "I love you, will you wait for me?" and I'll let a tear run down my cheek. Yes. For you, I'll wait forever. Will you calm my fears? Will you tell me that death is a horizon, and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight? And at night, the windows will rattle, and I'll have the dreams, and will you gather me to your chest and rock me back to sleep, whispering nonsensical comforts in my ear? Please? I'll cook you breakfast every morning, even if I have to get up at three to beat your busy workday alarm clock. I'll make you a lovely lunch, and I'll cook dinner every night. You'll never eat a TV dinner, I promise. Our photo albums will be happy, cheerful, and there will never be the question of "Who's that woman/man with dad/mom?" because nothing and nobody could ever come between us. Will you love me, and cherish me, and never break my heart? I don't know you, and you don't know me, but already, I think I love you. -Lili