Needle In a Haystack.

Someone dear to me told me of their new relationship status today and I beamed.
Never have I seen a couple so God built for each other, so utterly perfect that they should have written their marriage certificate at birth. And I have never been happier for a couple in my life. Through an ocean of people they have found each other. Seven billion people and they each have found their perfect match.
Though a contrast of emotions has begun to form in my mind...
A jealousy, almost a sadness aches in my heart and clouds my judgement. I am jealous of their discovery of each other. I may be destined to never find my "One." I may struggle on alone, watching this pair thrive and grow and smile in each others arms. Always around, but never there. With me in body, each other in spirit. An emptiness in my palms, and thoughts and eyes. No hand to hold, no memories to visit, no vision to adore. I may never meet "The One"
But she's out there. I know she is. Eve was created to be Adams one. Bonnie was Clydes. Marge was Homers. And to think that she is walking this Earth right now. She is breathing the same air and staring at the same moon and wishing upon the same stars, it sends shivers through my being. I hope she is happy. I hope she is enjoying life, I hope she knows there is someone out there for her. Specifically made for her and all her. We may never meet, but I hope she knows I'm her half. She may even be reading this, this very moment. Maybe I have already met her, maybe we have shared a glance, a moment, a vision into our future. Maybe she knows I'M her one, that she anticipates our future with a hope and a passion that pushes her on and puts a smile on her face as she slips into the depths of slumber. Into a dream inside her dream....
Or maybe the cruelties of life and the fragilities of time will never bring us together.
Maybe her beauty will never pass my eyes and steal my breath.
Maybe she will never make me smile, never feel such penetrating love, never share a kiss beneath a moonlit sky.
Maybe she will find someone better and live happily ever after. Probably.
But what does it matter? You don't choose who you fall in love with. Though you will.
Someone, dear.