Write something like this when you find the one. It's romantic! <3

(It appears as though I've stumbled across your works from soulus42. Your work is of a remarkable caliber, and is a joy to read. :D)

In regards to who or what we love to consider "the one," something I find that I've done lately is write letters to a person I call "Dearest." I haven't a clue who Dearest is, exactly, but I write to the person in the hope that they are real at all.

Whether or not they are, I constantly find myself dreaming of the probability that Dearest could even be alive. Love is a possibility to my mind, as I don't know when (or even if) I'll encounter it before I am to die myself. The letters I write to Dearest are like throwing bottles with messages inside out to sea; I hope so terribly that anyone would read them, even if I may never have a message in return.

Regardless, your poem reminded me of that aspect of my life, and I feel that it captures those dreams I have so well in their simplicity. :)

I often daydream that I am sitting on a hill at night with Dearest appearing in my head as no more than a blurry silhouette, and we are staring up at the stars together. It's such a peaceful, tender moment in time yet it ends so quickly that I can never make out Dearest's face. In the blink of an eye, the shadowed body that lied next to me faded from existence, and I am left to gaze upon the constellations Dearest and I made alone.

But even to this day, I still hope that Dearest is someone real, and that is alive.

As I look up to the stars whenever I may see them, I am reminded that I cannot help but wish too.

So thank for your poem; it means entire universes to me.

(Though as much, I recognized you.)

Well, I am honoured and a little happy. When I started writing, I never though I could touch someone with what I do. I understand your thoughts a little. I have some that are similar, but nowhere near as passionate. To be honest, for me It is almost a motivation.

The more a person wishes for something, the closer it is to be realized. Keep wishing, I'm sure you'll meet Dearest some day. After all, you are still young ^^ Just never forget your wish. We tend to forget our childhood dreams.

I really believe that words can change people, and as an art, they give writers like us an ability to say what we feel.

I wish for Dearest to be a reality a lot, really... but still, that's sort of all Dearest is: a wish.

In my childhood I would do a lot of dreaming or imagining, and I feel like a lot of that has translated into my writings today. I suppose that's why they've become what I know them as now, the little ways that I let people know me by.

It could be a very, very long time before I meet Dearest, yet I am conscious of the fact that Dearest could very well be someone who is no longer alive today. While this is rather saddening to ruminate upon, it also, like it is for you, a motivation to keep going with my work, and to never stop wishing that it could one day be true.

Your comments are so very helpful.
I just thought I'd let you know that. ^ ^

I'm glad it helps you in a way. ^^

I am sure that if you keep believing, you will meet Dearest one day. That is just how life is.