dear you,

you.

I walked through the restaurant doors of my new hostessing job and you were there.

I met you.

I wasn't looking for you.

the universe didn't care that I wasn't looking for you. she brought me to you. and you to me.

someone told me you were unavailable.

I hoped I remembered wrong.

I hoped I had that fact confused with the other server.

I don't remember meeting you.

or the first impression I made.

I only remember deciding you are for me.

and I never changed my mind.

I never have been so confident in a decision.

you became the best part of the job.

fast forward to a place I knew we would inevitably get to:

we have our own song lyrics.

it's magic.

song lyrics became the way you talk to me.

and the way I talk to you.

this occurred in one small unplanned moment. we were talking for the first time in a long time. one conversation had ended and you started another by asking if I had a song recommendation.

and it stuck.

is it stupid that now we can't have a conversation without one of us sending the other a song?

not at all.

I have told you so many secrets hidden in song lyrics I have sent to you. you have done the same.

I have many more song lyrics to tell you.

I'm waiting for you to tell me that you know what they are.

I'm waiting for you to write them back to me.

you don't know how bad it kills me waiting.

it tears my heart apart every time I remember you aren't mine yet.

is that what you are waiting to hear from me?

would you still listen to my songs if I told you?

oh I hope so.

you once told me you live more in the daydreams and stories in your mind than in the present.

is this the reason you stay up so late listening to music? because it allows you the time to daydream?

is this why you spend your nights talking to me?

am I part of your stories?

do you daydream about me?

when I was little I wanted to be a singer/songwriter.

I still daydream that I became one, but I erase the thought every time with "I would have nothing to write about"

or cringing knowing that inevitably the words I might sing would still exist to be played 10 years from now

but here I am, writing about you.

I hardly sang aloud before you.

now I get excited for the next time I'll sing with you.

shouting song lyrics at you.

from now on, every song I experience, I think of you. I want you there to experience with me.

Its scary as hell, but I've never known anything so well than singing with you.

I find comfort in listening to music.

I find comfort in talking to you.

I'll never run out of song lyrics to write to you.

and I know with all of my existence that 10 years from now I would still want to be experiencing songs with you.