I get angry at the littlest things.

I worry about the most unsubstantial incidences.

I let the littlest things drive me absolutely bonkers, all in good hope that I find you.

All of this.

All of these inconsistencies, and tribulations, I wholeheartedly believe will lead me to you.

I do all of this because you are what I'm looking for.

Here, waiting, in this abundantly dark abyss, for you, you of everyone that I know of to come and pull me out of it.

I don't know you, yet I want to. I strive to. Sitting, only still for a fraction of a second, I wait and ponder where you are and why other people have met you and are there loving you, and giving you everything that they have. All the while, I am here. Hanging on the last sips of wine in my glass, trying my best to fake sadness. Trying to fake weariness in myself because I believe I will never get what you have given someone else.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know if others ponder about you while they're inebriated, but I do, and to me, at least, that's something.

It's something because I have hope for you. I save what I know I can give for you.

I'll be a listener. I'll be your crutch. I'll be your forgiven. I'll be your savior. I'll be your best friend. I'll be your fire, and your rain whenever you need it. I'll be whatever you need to be.

So please. Please. Meet me soon. Come to me so I can stop wasting myself towards others they're not you, and break down the good parts of me that would better benefit you.

I will give you everything I have. I've been waiting to show who exactly I am and just what I have to offer.

Please stop hiding, I've been looking forever.

Boy, whoever you are. Boy, that I am supposed to be with, and cherish until my bones can no longer hold strength that they used, I'm here. And I've grown impatient.

Just know I won't let you down.

Just know, you're all I've been looking for, and I've been waiting for you for a very long time.