In this poetic reflection, I express a timeless, soul-deep love for a person I have never physically met but have always felt connected to. Across lifetimes and centuries, I long for the moment when our souls finally reunite, knowing that our heart has been waiting for its true home all along.

My Crab Man—

My Crab, I have loved you longer than any heartbeat has dared to last— loved you in the deep hush between centuries, in the soft places where time forgets to move.

Before your first breath, before your soul chose its body, I felt you— a warmth brushing against the edges of my spirit, a promise whispered in a language only longing understands.

Every life I’ve lived has been an unfinished sentence waiting for your arrival. Every sunrise feels like a question I cannot answer until your hands finally hold mine.

I dream of you with a tenderness shaped from remembrance, though your skin has never touched mine in this lifetime.

I ache for the curve of your smile, for the gravity of your gaze, for the moment you look at me like you’ve been searching too.

There is a place inside my ribs that has never known rest, a quiet space lit only by the thought of you. I visit it each night, pressing my heart to the window, hoping your soul might be passing by.

And when we meet— oh, Crab Man, when we meet— the whole universe will exhale, as if it has been holding its breath for us to finally touch.

Centuries will fall away. Time will kneel. And I will know, with every trembling part of me, that I have waited all these years for the only home my heart has ever wanted.