I'm making my way to you, slowly.
I don't know when we'll meet.
maybe I know you now,
or we've passed on the street,
not destined to find one another, or know each other yet.
but I have faith that in the end, we'll connect,
and become one, pieces of a whole, like Plato theorized.
two halves called back together,
pulled by a string towards one another
or linked in some other secret, invisible way.
so trust me, I'll find you, someday.
even if I have to blaze a trail through everyone else to get to you,
I'll be there.