You know that feeling? When you miss someone you haven’t even met yet? Known their voice, their laughter, the way they think, but never had the chance to sit across them, to see the way their eyes light up when they talk?
That’s what this book is.
It’s a collection of all the things I wish I could say to him, all the ways I know I’ll get on his nerves, and all the quiet moments of waiting. Not in sadness, not in desperation, just in a way that feels real. Because somehow, deep down, I know he’ll be here.
I know love is more than just a story waiting to happen. It’s in the way we imagine, in the way we dream, in the way we hold space for someone before they even arrive.
I can’t explain this feeling fully. Maybe no one can. But this book is my little attempt to record a few memories of my waiting season. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll find pieces of your own heart in these pages too.
So, here’s to waiting. To hoping. To believing.
Until we meet.