To the one I have yet to meet,

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the different versions of ourselves. The ones we used to be and the ones we could have been. The paths we chose, the decisions we made, and the places we ended up are the result of the choices we’ve made along the way. But I wonder, sometimes, about the versions of us that didn’t come to be, the ones who made different decisions, walked different roads, or took risks we never had the chance to take.

There’s a version of me that could have been bolder, more fearless. She’s the one who didn’t hesitate when opportunities knocked. She’s the one who said yes more often, who didn’t overthink, who trusted that the world would catch her if she fell. Then, there’s another version, one who might have stayed in one place, rooted in comfort, never venturing too far from what was familiar. What would life have been like for her? What would it feel like to be the person I might have been had I made different choices and walked a different path?

I’m sure you have your own versions too. The person you might have become if you had taken a different route, if life had unfolded in another way. But the truth is, those versions of us never existed, because we are the ones who made the choices we did. We are the people we became because of the roads we walked and the steps we took, even when they felt uncertain or hard. And while I sometimes wonder about the “what ifs,” I also realize that all those versions, every choice we’ve made, has led us to this moment.

The beauty of life is that we are constantly evolving, constantly becoming new versions of ourselves. Each experience we have, every lesson we learn, shapes who we are and who we are becoming. And in the end, the path we’ve walked, with all its twists and turns, has led me to you. The version of me who is waiting to meet the version of you that exists right now, just as you are.

Maybe the versions of ourselves that didn’t come to be still linger somewhere in the corners of our minds, but I think I’m starting to accept that we are exactly who we need to be. The person we are today is enough, and the person we are becoming is the one we were always meant to be.

I hope that when we meet, we can look at each other and see not just who we are in that moment, but all the versions of ourselves that led us there—and be grateful for every decision, every choice, and every path that brought us together.

With all the love I have yet to give,
W