Last night, I had a dream; and in this dream I think I saw the man I am supposed to be with. In other words, I think I saw my soul mate.

It was a face I’ve never seen before. Or, should I say, it was someone that I didn’t know. I never got to know his name, only his face. But as vivid as it was, when I awoke the delicate webs that sleep has spun around me slowly disintegrated and so did the picture of his face. I was saddened yet strangely enough, hopeful, when I finally wiped away the last vestiges of sleep in my face.

Somewhere, he’s out there… and somehow someday, we will meet.