Wait until I found you
Wait until I find you—
but more than that,
wait until I find myself.
Wait until these old sorrows
slip gently from my chest,
like autumn leaves
finally trusting the wind.
Wait until my wounds
become stories instead of scars
I ask others to carry.
Wait until I can look into a mirror
and fall hopelessly,
beautifully,
in love with the woman staring back.
Wait until I have wandered long enough
to find love
hidden in every corner
of the world God created—
in the quiet mornings,
the rain on forgotten streets,
the laughter of strangers,
the stars that never asked to be admired.
Wait until my heart
no longer mistakes loneliness for love,
or silence for abandonment.
Wait until I stop searching
for someone to complete me,
and begin searching
for someone to walk beside me.
Wait until the ache
to be loved
becomes the peace
of already knowing I am.
Wait until my hands
learn to hold my own heart
so gently
that yours will never have to carry its weight.
Wait until I know
who I am
when no one is watching,
when no one is choosing me,
when no one is saying my name.
And if fate is patient,
if time is kind,
if our souls are meant
to arrive at the same sunset—
you will find me then.
Not half a heart
asking for another half.
But a whole soul,
choosing yours.
So until that day—
live fully.
Laugh often.
Love the life you’ve been given.
And if you think of me,
think of me
not as someone you’re waiting for,
but as someone
learning how to love you
long before we ever meet.
-Decodingnepalimind