I hope one day we get to have coffee together. In the morning, late at night, over love soaked words and tear trembling fears. One day we’ll be there. But I don’t know who you are. I don’t even know your name. But I know I love you. I know I’ll move mountains to find you. You may break my heart. You may leave me trembling with the words ‘I love you’ still hanging from my lips. You may close the door and never come knocking again. You may turn off your porch light, no longer waiting for me to come home. You may only be mine for a moment. Or you may be mine for a lifetime. You may turn tears into laughter as you slip that ring on my left hand and say ‘I do’. You may brush my hair back from my eyes as we sit on that front porch swing watching the sun bring us a new day together. I don’t know who you are yet, but I want to thank you today before I ever even meet you. I want to count you in my blessings and keep you in my heart. And I want you to know that I’ll cherish whatever moments we get, and I promise I’ll keep moving those mountains to find you. One day, with ‘another cup of coffee please’, we’ll start our story. (at www.katherinehere.vsco.co)
Fine, I’ll get stoned too.