Hey Love!

 

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Dear Future Love,

I hope you’re in the best of health and busy becoming the best version of yourself. I hope you have a good family and close friends (and I ardently hope you don’t have a girlfriend). I don’t know when or where we’ll meet, and honestly, I don’t think of you often—except during moments like this, when I desperately need someone to be there. To listen. To pamper me, maybe. Because, hell, some pains are just too hard to bear alone.

At times, I do crave to be loved by someone—selflessly. The first and last person to do that was my beloved mother.

But don’t get me wrong—I’m not lonely. I have some of the strongest, most iron-pillar-like friends who’ve passed the test of time and distance. But even the best friends have their limits, and maybe that’s why I believe in the idea of you.

Still, know this: if and when you do find me, you’ll meet a strong woman. Not a timid, emotionally dependent overthinker. By the time you reach me, I might become your strength—more than you could ever be mine.

Achha, bahut der nahi kar rahe ho kya milne mein?
(Aren’t you taking a bit too long to meet me?)

 

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By the time you finally arrive, I’ll probably have already faced the darkest, most depressing moments of my life without you. And maybe that’s okay. Maybe the fault isn't yours. It's not too late for you to come. Maybe I'm just facing things earlier than I should have. But life is like that—it tests you, man. So no worries. I’m expecting more challenges from life (because Life is life, the evergreen teacher). We'll face them together, okay? (But I would be able enough to face them all alone okay, again, thanks to Life).

I’ve felt, at times, that I’d already found you. But time passed, and reality hit harder. Maybe—even if you're already at your wedding and your would-be wife suddenly runs away from the wedding hall (uff, how brutal I am)—it would be because we’re destined to be together.

Also, I hope you haven’t had your first kiss yet. Please... save it for me.

I hope that by the time you find me, I would’ve worked on myself so much that you find a goddess. Because someone like you deserves the best. (I have 100% faith in my choice.) I want to be the best—with or without you, but of course, for you too.

I hope you won’t have to deal with my insecurities, but I do hope I never stop being dramatic—because, man, I AM THE DRAMA. Life shouldn’t be boring, right?

I hope that in my transformation into a strong, hyper-independent woman (I swear, with the rate life is throwing trauma my way, I feel like it’s training me for this), I don’t lose the silly, crazy, childish version of me. But deep down, I know I will.

Anyway, I should probably get back to sleep—it’s already 5 A.M.!

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I don’t wish for us to meet too soon, because I still have miles to go before I become who I want to be. But I do hope we’ll find each other someday. Maybe while watching the sunset at Hauz Khas Lake. Maybe under the Northern Lights in Tromsø. Maybe in a bookstore. Or at an open mic, where I’ll be reciting poems—and you’ll finally realize I’m the one.

Among all these “maybes,” I know you are my definitely (or else I would marry Chatgpt haha).
See you, Love.

P.S. You know the greatest perk of being the husband of a writer? You’ll become immortal through my poetries and stories—because I’ll write thousands of scripts admiring your beauty.

Okay then, cia.