A Love Letter to the One I Haven’t Met Yet
By RLH Chronicles
As I sit here and reflect on the years behind me, I feel the undeniable weight of time, a quiet, steady realization that I now have fewer years ahead than I do behind. It's a truth that humbles me. It grounds me. And it makes the longing in my heart all the more tender, all the more urgent.
I pray with every part of me that you find me soon. That yesterday, or even the day before, could have been the day our worlds collided. Because what I long for now is not just the rush of something new, but the warmth of something lasting. Something real.
I want to spend whatever time we have left weaving a life filled with love, laughter, and quiet, sacred moments, the kind that stretch far beyond the ticking of the clock. I want a love that honors where we’ve been and dreams of where we’re going.
It’s why I write this book. It’s why I pen this love letter. Not just for you but for me, too. To remind myself that our paths are destined to cross. That your soul has always been searching for mine, and that my spirit has been preparing for your arrival all along.
And when that moment comes when the silence is broken by your presence, I hope I get to read these words to you. I hope you’ll hear the sound of my voice and recognize the truth in it. The truth that you were always the one. That I was writing to you, even before we met.
With love and hope,