Happy Valentine’s Day, to My Love I haven’t yet Met.

Via Kate Rose
on Feb 12, 2017
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“And then my soul saw you and it kind of went ‘Oh, there you are, I’ve been looking for you.’” ~ Unknown

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It’s snowing here today, and while I watch the light alabaster flakes fall sweetly to the ground, I know you are thinking of me.

I can feel your soul being drawn across the expanse of time and the melody of space to my lips and arms that have been waiting for you since the very first breath I took in this world.

See, I haven’t met you yet, but I know that I already love you.

I know that I am the woman you have been praying for since your first kiss rocked your world. We both might have taken the long road, through regret and in and out of dreams until we both arrived at the place where we were ready for one another.

It doesn’t matter if you are only a dream of my imagination, or if in fact we will cross paths soon. What matters is that I know you are out there, and that you need me just as much as I need you.

I suppose that is one of the things that time had to take care of: the silly notion that we don’t need anyone. Perhaps that is an ideal that fierce independents enjoy clinging to. But you and I both know that love isn’t just about wanting another—it’s about needing them as well.

It’s about understanding that while we may be whole and strong, everything that we are is only magnified when we come together with our one, because maybe just like yin and yang, we need each other to be balanced.

You are my other half, my complement—everything that I am not.

See, I have given up thinking that I can do it all. Instead, I have made gracious peace with my own divine feminine who revels in her strengths but also gladly gives control to her counterpart, the divine masculine. But maybe that’s the reality: We can only know love once we stop trying to be what we think love is.

It’s been a long time since I last knew love, and in the quiet of the midnight hour, I often wonder if I ever have been truly loved. I’d like to think that I have, but the fact remains that those who have cared the most never could make it past their own gates to meet me. And those that did never really saw me for who I truly was.

So, maybe I’m just looking forward to meeting you one day, because I know that you will be the one to show me the love I have been missing all along.

Of course, throughout this journey I have loved myself, but that’s not what this is about. Nor is it about differentiating loneliness versus aloneness. If love doesn’t in fact make us better—then why are we in it?

I wonder how you will come into my life, and if I’ll know instantly that it is you. Perhaps you will spark something inside of me that has laid dormant for far too long, or maybe something about you will be so familiar that I won’t be able to help falling into your shadow in order to feel your touch.

Maybe we’ll go slowly, or more likely we’ll let ourselves fall as hard and fast as our souls want because we’ve done enough holding back in this lifetime. It will finally be time to close our eyes and leap toward what we want most.

And my love, even though I haven’t yet met you, I know that you are the one that I want.

I’m tired of going to bed alone each evening, and I’m even more tired of pretending that I’ve got this life situation handled all on my own. It seems that as more time passes, I realize just how much we need our other, and perhaps I’m discovering that the divine feminine possibly needs her complement even more.

I wish that I could say I have patiently awaited your arrival, but patience has never been my strong suit—something I’m sure you will figure out in your own time. It’s not that I need to have it now, but when I feel something as a truth within my soul, I find it difficult to wait for reality to catch up.

Even now, I feel you near me.

I can picture you here, and how you’ll fill the spaces others didn’t even know they were leaving. I can feel the way your energy will change the room, and the way my skin will dance in your atmosphere knowing you are nearby.

There is so much I don’t know about you, like how you take your coffee or what your favorite childhood memory is. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t know you. Sometimes we cross paths with someone, and it doesn’t matter that we’ve just met; what matters is how they move us more than anyone else ever has. Within those first few glances, time in its irrelevancy falls away, revealing only the truth.

I know that every broken heart I have ever had has only been leading me to you.

When we are in love, we all want it to work. We give of ourselves and hope that one day the things that cause us to go to bed with warm tears against our soft cheeks will eventually just disappear. But the reality is that they rarely do.

I don’t know if I will love you more than anyone else I’ve ever loved, but perhaps that doesn’t matter. It seems that we never really do love the same way twice, so maybe all I can say is that I know I’ll never have loved anyone in the same way I love you.

Time may decide when we cross paths, but my heart has already fallen for the promise of you.

I suppose I could take to searching for you behind the eyes of every stranger, but I also believe that you’re out there looking for me, too. I trust that when the time is right, the universe will guide us together.

It was you who was put here on this beautiful earth for me to love.

So, Happy Valentine’s Day to my love, the one that I have yet to meet.

 

 

Author: Kate Rose

Image: Author’s own

Editor: Callie Rushton


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About Kate Rose

Kate Rose is an artist, free thinker, lover, writer, passionate yogi, teacher, mother, rule breaker and rebel. She can usually be found walking barefoot in the moonlight between worlds with the dreams of stars still hanging in her hair while swaying her hips to the music of life; smelling of sweet bourbon and honeysuckle. She lives for adventure and wakes each morning with the excitement of a new day waiting to unfold at her feet. She truly believes the best is yet to come and waits, with bated breath, to see what it may hold. Follow her on TwitterFacebook or Instagram, and find more of her words on her website

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