The Card

 

My love,

The other day, for some unknown reason, I found myself in front of the greeting cards, and got this tremendous urge to buy you a card. It did not take me long to find the perfect one. It was as if God steered me straight to the one that belongs to you. The one that embodies everything I believe love is and should be. I know that is rather silly of me since I don’t know who "you" are. I do know you are out there and eventually I will give you this card that was meant for you and you alone.

I want and need you to know that I feel you right here beside me and I know that you feel me as well. We are not far from each other but as the card says, we have to wait for the perfect moment. God’s right moment. I know he is perfecting us for each other. Who knows? We may have met already but it wasn’t the right time. It wasn’t his time. I do know that I know you with my very soul and I cry when you are hurting. I feel you all around me.

It is rather strange,  but every Sunday in mass,  when I close my eyes, I feel you there next to me. As I look, I feel an impervious and strong connection between us. Sometimes I lay my hand to the right of me (because that is where you are) and I feel you pick my hand up and hold it tightly, as if to tell me to be patient that you won’t be long. I smile and lean slightly to my right to lay my head upon your shoulder,  just for a second to let you know that I understand, and I am waiting patiently, because love is patient.  Love waits.

As I look into our horizon, I want you to know that I love you and I am waiting to be with you forever. My love, with you, is where I belong and I will not completely know rest until the moment I lay eyes upon you, and you wrap me in your arms, and I lay my head upon your chest, where I’ve always belonged.

 

Love,

Sharlene