I’ll find you standing in the

coffee shop trying to get your

daily mocha or cappuccino,

whichever one decides to come first.

You’ll smile at the cashier and try to

make her laugh at your corny joke of the day.

And for the sake of life, you won’t stop wearing that tie

I bought you from when we first met because you

said it will symbolize the many build ups I would have

in your life. And for the first time, I actually

believed you because not one moment goes

by that you don’t remind me how pretty I am,

despite how I may feel about my looks and my body.

Now the only thing left to

do is meet you in this world of

seven billion people. I wonder where

you are and what you are wearing now before

I symbolize not just your wardrobe, but your life.