All night long on my bed
    I looked for the one my heart loves;
    I looked for him but did not find him.
² I will get up now and go about the city,
    through its streets and squares;
I will search for the one my heart loves.
    So I looked for him but did not find him.
³ The watchmen found me
    as they made their rounds in the city.
    “Have you seen the one my heart loves?”
⁴ Scarcely had I passed them
    when I found the one my heart loves.
I held him and would not let him go
    till I had brought him to my mother’s house,
    to the room of the one who conceived me.
⁵ Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you
    by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not excite love, don’t stir it up until the time is ripe and you’re ready

Dear Future,

It has almost been a year since I last wrote to you. It’s not that I haven’t thought about you at all. It’s just that, for a while, I got tired of waiting for you.

For a moment, I thought I already met you. But obviously, I was wrong. I know you’re out there, wandering the streets of someone else’s heart. And here I am watching the yellow sky turn entirely black while endlessly counting each silver that pops out. And maybe, somewhere out there, you’re doing just the same thing. Who knows? But as the dark sky shy away and His blinding light envelope my world, you are still nowhere to be found.

Where are you?

I may not know who you are or where you are but what I’m pretty sure of is that I’m not gonna waste my time with somebody else. I wanna reserve all my time for you. I will always wait for you. I will still go out there and count the stars and only end my counting when I see you, my supernova. 

I will wait for you, love.

Wait for me too.

Your Future,

Joan