Dear future i-don’t-know-what-to-call-you,
Maybe one day we could swim the endless ocean and gaze into the colorful life residing underwater. Perhaps, we can soar and overlook at the pure guise of the wilderness and after that, we could watch the sun descend and wait for its moon. But the most important thing is that I know you, and that I’m with you.
I’m wondering how long will I be staring at this blank slate, feeling foolish and dissatisfied with what I have in hand. And there’s no one here, but me. When will I meet you? Or will I ever meet you?
*photo credits to tumblr.