My Love, My Heartbeat..

My Love, My Heartbeat, My Everything,

Every night before I sleep, I close my eyes and think—what if we had met differently? What if we had gone to the same college, lived in the same city, had those beautiful, reckless, youthful days together? I think about all the stupid, sweet, and insanely romantic things we could have done, and it drives me crazy knowing we missed all of it.

I should have been the one waiting for you outside your classroom, pretending to be all cool while secretly dying to see you. I should have been the one to take you on long rides, holding your hand over the gear, making you blush while I drove like an idiot just to hear you scream my name. I should have been the one to steal your coffee just to annoy you and then kiss you on the nose to make up for it. But fate had other plans, and we ended up in different colleges, different cities, missing out on what could have been the most beautiful love story of our youth.

But love, I swear, I’m going to make up for every single moment we lost. Now, I want to do it all—I want to flirt with you like a shameless teenager, call you at 2 AM just to say, “I miss you,” and hear you scold me for disturbing your sleep, only to make you laugh the next second. I want to fight over stupid things, just for the excuse to pull you close and say, “Now what? You still mad, baby?”

I want us to sneak away on road trips, blast our favorite songs, and sing off-key like two crazy people in love. I want to make up for every single stolen glance, every skipped heartbeat, every little touch we missed. I want to sit with you in a crowded place and whisper the naughtiest things in your ear just to see you turn red. I want to randomly grab your hand while we walk and swing it like kids, because who cares how stupid we look?

I want to be the boyfriend who makes you laugh till your stomach hurts, who annoys you till you hit me, who loves you till you’re breathless. I want to send you those cheesy, embarrassing good morning and good night texts that make you roll your eyes but secretly smile. I want to take you on late-night drives just so I can hold your hand while the city sleeps. I want to stare at you while you talk, making you blush and say, “Stop looking at me like that!” but knowing you secretly love it.

I want to relive every damn thing we missed—getting drenched in the rain, stealing kisses in hidden corners, making you jealous just to see you pout, taking endless pictures even when you say, “No more photos!” but still posing anyway. I want to sit by the beach with you, writing our names in the sand like teenagers in love.

And when we finally meet, love, don’t expect a normal, boring date. I’m going to grab you in the tightest hug, lift you up, and spin you around, just because I can. I’m going to stare at you shamelessly, because I’ve waited too damn long to see you in front of me. I’m going to annoy you endlessly, because that’s what boyfriends do. And most of all, I’m going to love you like crazy, because that’s what I was always meant to do.

So, my love, get ready. Because this time, I won’t let time or distance steal another moment from us. You’re mine, and I want to do every single thing I ever dreamed of doing with you. And trust me, I have a lot of catching up to do.

Yours forever,

The boy who has missed you for far too long and now refuses to miss even a second more!