You have not yet appeared in my life, but I already feel your palm in mine, your voice in the kitchen in the morning, your gaze on me when I do not notice.
You are not mine yet. But I am waiting. Not with longing - with confidence.
I am not looking for an ideal. I am looking for a living, real one. A man who is not afraid of depth and a slight tickle in the heart. Who does not laugh at my dreams, but asks: "When are we flying to the Maldives?"
Do you believe that it is possible to feel someone before meeting?
Or do you need a touch to believe in reality?