Like planets do

You know there are people that live entire lives without meeting the love they deserve? I cry at the thought. To think, maybe, they were the stranger I walked past on the subway. Or the polite face that welcomed me on a warm vacation. The mysterious glare that I never dared to approach. There are 7 billion people, all growing and dying simultaneously. You can see the conundrum that we all fall victim to when it comes to timing your destined love. Amidst the vastness of space, you can be seen as an asteroid, ricocheting from one planet to the next. Trying to find a safe haven to nestle into. Finding alignment with oneself is half the battle. Then aligning alongside another vessel. Forget about it, right? 

But if I exist…

If I feel this…

Then it musn’t be impossible for a love to call my own to be out there.

I hope I don’t “just miss you”. I hope my shoes come untied and I shove you into your morning brew. I hope to make a U-turn and rear-end you. I hope the uberpool takes us the wrong way and runs out of gas. I hope the elevator closes behind you just as you rush in. I hope we find a way to collide, just as all planets do. All 7 billion of them.