Dear, my you…
(in the future from me in the past)
By the time I write you this letter, I probably still don’t know who you are, where you are, or when we will meet, but I want to believe that the universe will be kind enough to bring us together at the right time and moment. For the time being, I want to know myself better before I get to know you.
These days I feel like I get to know myself better, you know. I know what I like and what I don’t like. I know what I’m good at, and what I enjoy in my spare time. But when I look at my younger self, she feels like a stranger to me. She lives in a world full of colors and I felt like the colors around me have started to fade away. Will you be the one who brings back colors into my life?
What kind of person you are? Are you more of a dog person or a cat person? Do you enjoy staying inside or do you like being outdoors? Thinking of these questions reminds me of that fall in Seoul when I overheard the couple walking in front of me asking each other their favorite things. Can we do this too? Gosh, I can’t wait to get to know you.
Liking someone and falling in love was a lot easier when I was younger, I wonder if you feel the same. I feel like I had more energy to mingle and meet a new person. But not now. Work sucks the life out of me. Every day is the same routine. I wake up, do some work, have some fun, and I’ll go to sleep. My remote job does a great job of keeping me from the outside world. I don’t know if I will ever find you. Will I even remember how to love?
There are still many questions I want to ask, but I want to keep these until we meet. If we will be with each other until the end of our time, I figure we don’t have to rush.
Let’s meet when it’s time.
rainy days and foggy brain,
February 1st, 2024
