Could it really be you?

The one that I have dreamed of, longed for, and waited patiently for.

You who has been paramount in my existence.

You who have kept me awake in the early hours of the morning just to write about wanting you.

You who have walked right past me in a room and not even mumbled a simple ‘hello’.

You whose energy called out to me long before I even had a chance 
    to stumble upon the place where your presence dwells. 

You, whose hair, lips, nose, eyes, and face I could only imagine until now.

You whose words seem to lull me into a paradox of being overjoyed and afraid all at once. 

You, who I would reincarnate a million times for and remain faithful each lifetime, 
    until I finally could get to be with you.

You, who makes a fool of me because I feel all these things and you do not know.