Love Letter no. _______.

To You Who Haven't Come,

I have always wondered how we’ll meet or how we’ve met. Will it be like a scene from one of those sappy romantic comedies? Will it be like any other meeting that I constantly have? Will I make you laugh? Will you make me laugh? Did I get your attention, did you already get mine? I still picture you to be someone with the perfect smile, a smile that’s genuine, infectious and well, charming.

I don’t know how you look like, I don’t know how you want your coffee, I don’t know the way you dress, but I am sure I’ll recognize that smile. It has always been about the smile, I guess. The one whom I thought was you could make my heart melt with just a semblance of a half-smile. The one whom I thought was you made me dream of his smile, made me want to joke around just so I can get a glimpse of what heaven must look like. I don’t know why, but I just know. Your smile will give away your soul. It will be the kind of smile that will not only be inviting but comforting. A smile that not only escapes your lips but also adoringly affects your eyes, your cheeks and my heart.

I have always wondered how we’ll meet. And I look forward to smiles that are infinitely many. I look forward to smiles that will sufficiently replace words. Most importantly, I look forward to smiling back at you. To love is to find a million reasons to smile, no matter how happy or difficult things might be.

Smiling back,
Me