To the one I have yet to meet,

I’m standing here, surrounded by towering trees, with the sound of rushing water filling the air. The mist dances in the cool breeze, softening everything it touches, just as my heart feels softened in this moment. The Snoqualmie Falls are before me, powerful and beautiful, crashing against the rocks as if the universe itself is breathing, living, and speaking through them.

As I make my way along the trail, the path winding and twisting, I can’t help but feel that I am walking towards you, though you are still a whisper on the wind. Each step feels like a small promise, a quiet invitation to the future. The trees, ancient and wise, seem to nod in agreement, their branches stretching toward the sky, reaching for something bigger than themselves. And I, too, am reaching for you, though we’ve yet to meet.

I make a wish to the universe here, in this sacred space, where the mist surrounds me, and the roar of the falls feels like the heartbeat of the earth. I wish for a love that mirrors the power of these falls — deep, steady, and unyielding. I wish for the quiet moments of peace, like the mist that gently covers the world, where we can just be, without the weight of expectations.

I wish for a love that is free like the wind through these trees, that bends but never breaks, that finds beauty in the smallest things and strength in the hardest moments. A love that whispers in the quiet of the night, in the sound of falling rain, in the warmth of a shared embrace.

And though you are not here beside me yet, I feel you in the air, in the stillness of the trees, in the power of the water flowing relentlessly toward the future. When we meet, I believe we’ll be just like this — strong, steady, and real, made of nature’s most timeless elements.

Until then, I’ll keep walking this path, chasing waterfalls and whispers, making wishes to the universe, to the trees, and to the mist that holds the promise of you.

With all the love I have yet to give,
W