Dear soulmate,

I’m just wondering where you are. The other day I caught a glimpse of who you might be. But why didn’t you look back? I just shrugged and turned on my discman. I had my UNKLE record on, but it played bon jovi. The song brought back memories of my first love. And when I though I’d never love again. But I fell in love again, so I know that wasn’t true. Still this song made me run out of the train to see if what I saw was really there. But you were long gone. Or perhaps you were never there to begin with. Now I’m writing you this letter. And I don’t have your address. Anyways, I wanted to let you know that I am right where I’ve always been. Waiting as always. But I’m patient. I’ve been waiting all my life. Not just for you, but for everything. I’m not going into further details. I’ll just continue this letter. Tomorrow I have to get up at 6 in the morning and as I write this its 2. four hours of sleep, I guess that is what makes me so damn cranky. Should you come across me in the morning, please don’t think me rude. I’m just not a very morningy guy. But you should see me at night. You just might just catch me smiling, looking up to the sky. You see, the stars have that effect on me. Sometimes I just wait all day for night to come. And Orion does the rest. Even though Orion was the constellation I watched with my second love. I gave her a stuffed tiger for valentines day. She named him Ben. I haven’t seen her since she broke up with me. But hey, life goes on. People have the tendency to forget things. I have a tendency to remember everything I do wrong. I remember this party, a birthday. There was this girl there, which I actually like. But I didn’t even give her a hug when she left. That might have given away your location. So when are you going to tell me where you are? I think you should at least give me a hint. Or are you playing hard to get? Just the other day I walked past this girl. Her perfume sent me spinning. And when I looked at her, I saw it wasn’t you. Nor the girl that had my bed smelling of the same perfume. Another ghost of the past. When will an apparition of the future send me reeling my mind? I’m nearly at the end of this letter, so tell me where you are. So that I can send this letter to you.

Love
YS