I cannot wait to meet you. I have so much to catch you up on: how I got here, everything that’s happened to me, everyone I’ve met, all the mistakes I’ve made, how many times I fell, how many times I got right back up.
How many times I cried myself to sleep, praying that I’ll meet you soon. How many times I almost gave up on finding you. How many times I wondered if you existed. Or wondered what you could be doing at that very moment. What you could possibly be going through. Were you as lonely as I was?
As a child, I used to keep a list of how I would like you to be. It had 10 items. I kept it under my pillow. I figured, if it stayed there long enough, you would be here. There’s no logic to it, but I kept it there until I was 15. That’s when I realised you were going to come later than I anticipated. You could’ve been stuck in traffic. You could’ve been feeling under the weather. Maybe you were grounded. I’ve never been grounded. Mum saw that as a waste of time and energy. I liked staying indoors. Not that I wasn’t outgoing, I was. I just enjoyed being at home sometimes.
I wonder, what could you be doing right now? Could you be thinking the same things? And feel the same way I do? Do you have a job? Do you read? Can you cook? Do you write? Do you watch CSI New York? The Walking Dead?
None of that matters, of course. But it’d be a bonus. I love zombies. I love anything remotely associated with them. And it’d be nice if you shared the same interest.
Do you live here? Where did you come from? What’s your nick name? Are you a cat-person or a dog-person? Keep in mind, that there is a right answer to that.
Do you like ice cream? Who doesn’t like ice cream? I used to like ‘Cookies and Cream’. I like other flavours now. It’s good to try new things every once in a while. The last flavour I tried was ‘Cotton Candy’ from Baskin Robbins. I loved it. I had my first taste of it when I was thirteen or fourteen. It was their Flavour of the Month. I was in the Tourist Club area in Abu Dhabi. My brother and I picked up Mum from work. She bought us ice cream that day.
Do you drink coffee? I hate frapuccinos. They’re for children. Real grown-ups drink bitter coffee. You better like drinking lattes. Did I drink coffee before I wrote this? Yes. I’m drinking one as I type. And, yes, that’s why I’m all hyper and shit.
Do you think it’s possible that we’ve already crossed paths? Passed by each other at an airport. We could’ve been standing on the same line at Carrefour. I could’ve been driving next to you on Sheikh Zayed Road. Scratch that; I could have driven past you. Maybe I honked my horn a little bit. If I did, I’m sorry. I have a thing about wasting time. I don’t like it when things are moving too slow for my taste. I get impatient. Then angry. Then I start honking my horn. But, rest assured, I’m a good driver. Out of the two car accidents I’ve been in, only one of them is my fault.
It’s 0716. I’m hungry. Have you eaten yet? What time is it where you are right now? I know I asked this before, but do you cook? Like, real cooking? Did you take a cooking class?
I’m not crazy. I just like coffee. A lot.
I can’t wait to meet you. I wonder how much longer this would take…