What I am

I don’t know what I am, what I’ll be or even what I want to be. I know that I feel tired and that tired I remain.

I know that I want to be loved by someone and be in love with someone.

I don’t know that someone. I believe I do, but we haven’t yet met. I don’t who I am. Or what am I.

I can’t ask you to love someone I don’t even know, right? I can’t ask you to love someone who doesn’t know what they want. I can’t ask you to love what I don’t. I can’t ask you to love a person you don’t know. A person that doesn’t know herself.

But I promise if you do, I will finally know who I am. I promise if we ever meet, I will love you with all that is left of me. If we ever meet, I love you. And I always will. But if we ever meet, I hope you recognize me.