Sometimes, I wonder if I've already met my soul mate. Maybe
it was a brief encounter. Maybe he was across the room from me at a
restaurant. Maybe we passed each other
in the city. Maybe he's exploring his life right now, just like I am. And maybe
one day, I'll finally meet him. When it's right.
But there's also this fear- that it won't ever happen for
me. I've come to accept that, though. Because I made a promise to myself a long
time ago, that I will wait for true love...even if time seems to be running out.
Some call it having too high of expectations. I like to think of it as
realizing what you truly want and waiting for it.
Despite the disappointments, I will never give up hope that
my true love is out there. He's out there. It's just a matter of where. Trust
me, if I could pull out a map and find him right now, I'd go any distance. But
that's not how this works. Patience really is a virtue, huh?
Until then, let's be patient together. Let's promise to fill
our lives with happiness and embrace single-hood while we wait. Let's feel whole without anyone else in the
picture. But let's be ready when they finally enter it.
Here's to us. The movie moment wanting, fairy tale
believing, lyric understanding, been there done that's, figuring it all out's,
and waiting for the one- type of people.
In this great life, I hope you get what you're waiting for.