Let’s Wait Till We Meet the Right One
“No hurry, no promises — just the hope that we’ll meet one day.”
Sometimes, I wonder what it would feel like to relive the life we once had — filled with endless happiness, little dreams, innocent smiles, and a heart that believed everything would somehow fall into place.
And somehow, I feel a strange kind of love for that innocent little soul who once believed that the Prince Charming would come and find her when he was ready.
She believed that one day, someone would arrive, hold her hand, and make all the waiting worthwhile.
She thought adulthood meant freedom, endless possibilities, and finally having all the answers.
But time passed.
One by one, the princes found their princesses.
And as the years went by, those princes became kings, those princesses became queens, and I was still standing somewhere in between — watching everyone find the love I had once believed would eventually find me.
Slowly, that innocent belief began to fade.
I started wondering if perhaps there was no prince coming for me.
Maybe I had imagined him.
Maybe some stories were simply not meant to have that chapter.
And then came the days when I desperately wished for what everyone else seemed to have.
I wanted someone to choose me.
Someone to hold me in his arms and walk beside me without hesitation.
I wanted to know what it felt like to be someone’s person — to have someone look at me the way lovers look at each other, as though the entire world had quietly disappeared around them.
I wanted my own little love story.
Not because I was ready.
But because everyone else seemed to have theirs.
And perhaps, somewhere along the way, I mistook being left behind for being forgotten by love.
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Until one day, I saw a truth that I had never noticed before.
A rare truth that perhaps others couldn’t see.
Maybe the story was never about a prince coming to rescue a princess.
Maybe love was never supposed to be something we desperately waited for while life passed us by.
Maybe the right person isn’t someone who comes to complete the life we were too afraid to live alone.
Maybe…
the right person is simply someone who arrives while we are already living it.
And perhaps that’s why we don’t have to hurry.
We don’t have to chase.
We don’t have to settle for someone simply because we are tired of waiting.
Because somewhere out there, there may be another soul who is also growing, learning, healing, and becoming ready.
And when the time comes, maybe our paths will cross — not because we searched every corner of the world for each other,
but because life finally decided,
“Now.”
So, My Dear,
let’s wait.
Not with desperation.
Not with loneliness.
But with hope.
Let’s live so fully that when love finally finds us, it isn’t coming to save us from an empty life.
It is simply coming to become a beautiful part of the life we already learned to love.
No hurry.
No promises.
Just the quiet hope that one day,
we’ll meet the right one.
