Somewhere Out There

I think about this sometimes. Somewhere right now there is a man sitting at his desk or lying in bed scrolling through his phone and he is looking for someone like me. He just does not know my name yet.

That is a nice thought. Not in a sad way. In a patient way. I am not in a rush. I have been waiting my whole life to become who I am now and I am happy with where I ended up. The right person will find me when the time is right.

Tonight I was out on the patio again. Same spot, different outfit. My grey cardigan and a little white skirt. Nothing special. I like this corner because the light is soft and the bamboo behind me looks warm in photos.

I used to worry about being enough. Enough for someone, enough for myself. I do not worry about that anymore. I know what I bring. I know what I look like. I know how I make people feel when they talk to me.

So whoever you are out there, take your time. I will be right here.