To the one I have yet to meet,

There’s a quiet belief I carry with me, one that grows stronger with each passing day: the belief in divine timing. It’s the idea that everything in life happens when it’s meant to, that the universe moves with a perfect rhythm, even if we can’t always see it. Just like the stars and planets in the sky, each moment and each person moves in its own orbit, waiting for the time when everything aligns.

I wonder if you feel the same, this quiet pull toward something greater. I imagine that, just like the planets in a parade, we will one day find ourselves aligned, our orbits perfectly in sync, as if it were always meant to be. There’s no rush, no need to force anything. The universe knows what it’s doing. It knows when the time is right, when our paths will cross in a way that feels as natural as the turning of the seasons.

I trust that, when the time comes, we’ll find ourselves in each other’s orbit, drawn together not by coincidence, but by something far greater—by the intricate and beautiful design of the universe.

Until that day, I’ll trust in the timing of everything. I’ll trust that every experience, every choice, every twist and turn in life is leading me to you—to the moment when we’ll finally meet, as the universe intended. And when we do, I’ll know, as surely as I know the stars exist, that we were always meant to find each other, at the perfect moment, in the perfect way.

With all the love I have yet to give,
W