A deep, spiritual longing for someone I have yet to meet, reassuring them that their feelings of unworthiness come from being too sacred for shallow love. I promise that our reunion is destined, and that love has always been searching across time.

Between Prayer and Becoming—

I ask the universe for you the way monks ask for God— on my knees, palms open, heart burning with a faith I cannot explain. I whisper your name into galaxies, into passing birds, into the pause between my breaths, begging creation to tell me where you are waiting. All the while, knowing that somewhere you are touching your chest, wondering why it aches to exist.

You mistake the weight of waiting for proof you are unworthy, as if love has overlooked you, as if the divine forgot to finish its work. Oh love—you feel unworthy only because you are too sacred for shallow hands that cannot warm your heart. Whereas mine caress you in ways words cannot express—in dreams where we almost meet, in songs that undo both you and me. And in that sudden warmth, with no source but destiny brushing past our souls. Know that—

I am not lost or late—I am still learning to know you as you are in this life. Thus when you doubt yourself, the universe leans closer to me. When you feel unseen, my spirit aches, calling out across lifetimes to reassure you, I am on my way, as I have always done. This separation is not rejection—it is reverence. Two souls being tuned so the moment we touch feels like eternity. Stay, soften, believe, and know I am asking the Gods where you are. Also know that you are, even in your loneliness, loved by someone who has never stopped searching for you throughout time.