Love, as a concept, as a feeling is heart wrenchingly, achingly, vividly, just so REAL!

I sometimes wish I knew who you were, who is the one meant to be with me till the day I die. Because I refuse to believe that you don't exist. You are there, somewhere in the world. We just haven't found each other the way we should. . . yet.

But I want you to know, that whoever you are, wherever you are. . . I love you.