To     Whom      It    May Concern :::

 I feel that you are out there
Waiting for me to meet you
Much like you are waiting for me
I can picture the long conversations
And the mindless fights
When exactly,
I will find you
I have no such idea
But all I know is that
You are actually out there
Maybe writing a poem
Of similar ideas
Or maybe just walking down a street
Hoping to run into to me
When ever this day comes,
I am sure it will be the happiest day of both of our lives
And at first, this might not come so quickly
But over time our hearts will flutter with butterflies
And we won’t leave each other’s arms until the end of our lives