Unsent Messages

I wonder where we're both going to end up. Five, ten years from now. I have this picture in my head sometimes of where I imagine you'll go. I think you'll land in a big city and have an apartment overlooking it all. You'll have late nights with old friends and get drunk on the weekends and live to the fullest almost every day. I think you'll be a journalist or work in a big office somewhere but you'll love it. You'll love it because you feel like your opinion is being heard. I think you'll travel and cover stories all across the world and maybe write them all down alongside the pictures you take, kind of like working as a professional post card creator. I think that's when you'll fall in love with someone else and you'll get married and have two kids and a dog and you'll decorate for every single holiday- even the silly ones. You're going to be happy forever. You're going to live the best life anyone's ever had and I'll keep you in the back of my mind, hoping that you ended up there even if I can never find the courage to type in your name and find out for myself. You're going to see the world someday and the world is going to love you. You're going to have so many good stories. If we ever meet again, I hope I'll get to hear them.