Yeah, I can’t sleep. For some odd reason this influx of insomnia was accompanied with a whim of inspiration; so I’ll embrace both feelings and write a love letter. No, it’s not addressed to anyone in particular [ruefully my life as a Medschool student, to date, is still devoid of the sweet touch of a woman].
My Future
My Future
I live to make you happy. Everything I do has prepared me to meet you. My goofy ways and witty remarks were made for you. Every song i heard was written about you. My life long love for beautiful things were just preparing my eyes to behold the vision that is you.
We live two separate lives waiting for that fateful moment when our lives are forever changed by our meeting. I can’t wait to embrace you and breathe in your essence; for then I will be born again. Because in that moment I will actually start living. Life will be made more sweet, and complex; while made so eloquently plain and simple.
I may not know you or know how fate will unite us, but I know that I already love you. You haunt my dreams like a beautiful apparition; frighteningly unknown yet beautifully familiar. So until that day, I’ll retain my quixotism and meet you in my dreams.
We live two separate lives waiting for that fateful moment when our lives are forever changed by our meeting. I can’t wait to embrace you and breathe in your essence; for then I will be born again. Because in that moment I will actually start living. Life will be made more sweet, and complex; while made so eloquently plain and simple.
I may not know you or know how fate will unite us, but I know that I already love you. You haunt my dreams like a beautiful apparition; frighteningly unknown yet beautifully familiar. So until that day, I’ll retain my quixotism and meet you in my dreams.
peace&love
Julian
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