Yearning for the Unseen: A Soul’s Whisper

There’s a peculiar ache in my chest, a longing for a voice I’ve never heard but know as well as my own. It’s a mystery, this profound sense of missing someone whose presence I’ve never felt, yet whose absence is as palpable as the night’s silence. My body craves an embrace that’s never been, a touch, a scent, a taste—all figments of a vivid imagination that somehow feels like truth. It’s bewildering, this anticipation of waking beside you, sharing whispers in the dawn’s gentle light. We’ve never met, yet my soul recognizes yours, convinced you’re out there, somewhere, a promise waiting to be fulfilled. My heart and senses are alight with feelings that defy logic, a silent symphony that plays only for you. It’s not a complaint; it’s a celebration of something that feels like destiny, like coming home. You are the missing piece I’ve been longing to find, and the thought of our eventual meeting fills me with a hopeful impatience. Does it make sense? In the realm of the heart, it makes all the sense in the world.

By:notesformysoulmate