A Letter to Her
A Letter to Her
For the one whose soul feels familiar.
A Letter to Her
For the one whose soul feels familiar.
I met you for the first time eight years ago. You were walking with your friend. I passed by, barely making eye contact. You both laughed, and that was it. A few more encounters like that passing glances, nothing more until finally, we said hi.
But it got me thinking. We’re around the same age, and the island isn’t that big.
How many times had we nearly met before? How many times did we walk past each other without knowing?
I probably saw you a hundred times and never noticed. Maybe we even brushed shoulders and didn’t realize. Maybe it just wasn’t the right time.
Maybe I needed to get my heart broken first. Maybe you needed to fall in love with someone else.
Funny how the universe works. And when I say funny, I mean weird.
I know I saw you before that day we “met.” I just can’t remember when or where.
And yet, when we finally started talking, it felt natural like we always had. No awkwardness. No hesitation.
Just a conversation that felt like it had already begun, maybe lifetimes ago.
Maybe we were together in a past life. Maybe our souls have been finding each other for eons.
All I know is—I enjoy our conversations. Even the hard ones.
The ones that make us stop and think. The ones where we question each other’s motives. The ones where we share the lies we told to protect, and the truths that brought us closer.
We won’t be perfect. There’ll be arguments, misunderstandings.
But I want forever with you. A lifetime of talks about everything and nothing. A love that’s felt, questioned, tested—and still chosen.
That’s all I know. And honestly, it’s enough.
By Willy London on July 1, 2025.
Exported from Medium on April 10, 2026.