
Dear Mr. Right-for-me,
I hope that upon reading this mail of mine ~ I'm still single and unattached to anyone else. I long to meet you and exchange stories with you. I've been looking forward for "the day" to come. For quite some time, I've been thinking of things about you.
How will I meet you? If I'll meet you, how will I speak with you? Will I instantly know that you're the one for me? Or will it take ages before it came to my senses?
Are we going to be friends first before we will fall for each other? Or will it be a "Instant" attraction?
Are you far from me? Or are you just sitting just across the corner of this room? Staring at me and thinking if I will, someday, look your way?
When are you going to come my way? Are you going to be delivered right at my doorstep? Will I bump to you while I'm walking on the street? Or I have known you all along?
Please don't make things worse for me, Mr. Right-for-me. Save me from this misery, save me from the emptiness, and the loneliness that I am feeling right now.
Waiting for you,
The Damsel In Distress
*Random thoughts I've written during the SFC Retreat (SW1)*