letters to someone

dear someone,
i don't know your name, but i swear you're out there. it
seems like i remember you -
perhaps i was in the car and i saw you getting on the bus or
walked by you at the airport, each of us going to distant
countries, never knowing that the other
half of our hearts was right beside us for a split
second -
but the memory of your face is hazy, an almostlost dream that
i am trying to keep asleep for.
-maybe

dear someone,
you talked to me for the first time today. i don't know
about love at first sight, because this feels like déjà vu and
i know it isn't just my mind playing
tricks on me, but i feel as if i have known you
for a hundred years. if i could live a hundred more and be
by your side always - oh! what a life i would live.
-maybe

dear someone,
i am a raindrop falling into the
ocean of your soul and i am content knowing: i will
be carried wherever you are.
-maybe

dear someone,
i went to the beach this weekend [missing you
the entire time, of course] and as i walked along the curl
of sand, watching the waves, i realized something:
no love compares to that of the ocean, always rushing back to
meet the land. even the shells, the water's children,
whisper romantic melodies to soothe the ground
as the sea pulls away and yet, drawn away by the restless
moon, the tide returns for its companion
relentlessly.
i found comfort, knowing i was not the only one
who could feel so much for someone else.
-maybe

dear someone,
we last spoke eight days, one hour, and six
twentyseven minutes ago. i ache without your presence and i wonder
if you are sitting somewhere, watching the clock mark
the number of seconds we haven't talked.
-maybe

dear someone,
it has been three months to the day that you last
told me you loved me. i don't think you do anymore and,
interestingly enough, i might feel the same.
after all, it is rather hard to love someone you
do not know.
-maybe.