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One day I’ll meet you.
Maybe it won’t be fireworks or sparks won’t fly.
But maybe you’ll be like a flower, slowly blooming.
Slowly growing. Creeping.
One day I’ll meet you.
Maybe it won’t be what I thought it would. Maybe it won’t be a fairytale.
But maybe you’ll become my best friend. Maybe we’ll start off as that.
One day I’ll meet you.
Maybe it won’t be “love in first sight” or “oh my god he’s the one” within the first few weeks.
But maybe we’ll grow. Together. Constantly evolving.
Together.
One day I’ll meet you.
Maybe you’ll hurt me. And I’ll hurt you.
And we’ll fight. You’ll shout. I’ll throw you out telling you things like “I never want to see your goddamned face again” or  “fuck off”
But I won’t change the locks and you’ll always come back home, to me.
One day I’ll meet you.
Maybe you’ll love strawberry ice cream. And I only swear by chocolate. 
And we’ll disagree.
But I’ll still steal your ice cream and you’ll still share, you’ll still buy me chocolate.
One day I’ll meet you.
Maybe you’re together, or maybe you’ve been broken. And hell, we both will come to know what a damaged soul I am.
But at 4am, if the dark disturbs you, if the nightmares come back or if your addictions still linger, I’ll keep you warm. I’ll keep you. I’ll hold you so close, so close.
And if at 4am, I still hear his voice and feel his touch, you’ll make it go away with that tune you always hum. Or if the numbness takes over, you’ll sit with me till it goes.
One day I’ll meet you.
And maybe you still love her and I still love him.
But we’ll learn. To love again.
One day I’ll meet you.
And I will love you.
And you will love me.
But it won’t be easy,
It won’t be a fairytale,
But it also won’t be your father’s dumb mistakes or my mother’s silence.
One day I’ll meet you. 
And I will see your dark, your gloomy, your thunder, your rain and shine.
And I will love you.
And you will see me. My pain, my tears, my brokeness, my damaged band aided together soul.
And you will love me.
That’s all that will matter.

Ps. I cannot wait to meet you.

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