Pardon me for being a little Shakesperean, too romantic and absolutely mushy and fate-ish…I have just finished reading a very lovely book! I’m in love…

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Where, oh where are you my darling?

Where, oh where are you?

I believe somehow I’ll meet you.

When? I am not sure. But definitely I will meet you.

Though I do wish I’ll meet you earlier. I’d rather it be sooner rather than later.

I wonder how you’ll exactly be.

I’ve had images, fantasies…

Surely you’d match me up with my wit.

You’ll be amiable. You’ll have manners, of course, even if I have to drill them into you personally.

You’ll have faults, everyone does, and I’ll be as understanding as I can be.

I can imagine you now. But surely the reality should be better. I always believe if something is good, why not it be the best?

I’m not sure of who you are.

But right now, I’m in love with you. It sounds crazy, stupid even but I am.

And when you do come and I meet you, I can’t assure you I’ll readily admit that I love you, hopefully that’ll endear me to you more. And if I have already met you, hopefully you’ll love me even more for my quirks.

To that person, to the person who will own me, posses me…

To the person I will treat as a prince and who will treat me as a princess in turn…

To the person who I will love fully…

Please believe, that we’ll be together soon.