My Dearest Crab Man—

To you, my soulmate, dancing somewhere at the bottom of the sea…

While I walk this life on solid ground, you spin in saltwater light, claws raised to a rhythm I can’t hear, shell catching glimmers of a world that hasn’t reached me yet. I move through days alone, feet on quiet roads, pockets full of questions. I imagine you laughing with the currents, unbothered by time, content to twirl where the tide keeps secrets.

Do you know I’m here— looking out over the water, wondering if you ever pause mid-dance, if you ever feel a pull that says someone is waiting?

I don’t blame you for the distance. The sea has its own patience. Still, I wonder when you’ll rise just enough for me to glimpse your face, to know you’re real and not just a story my heart tells itself.

Until then, I’ll keep walking my shore, collecting small signs— a shimmer, a ripple, a feeling— trusting that one day the tide will shift, the dance will slow, and you’ll surface right when I’m meant to see you.

My Crab, I have loved you longer than any heartbeat has dared to last— loved you in the deep hush between centuries, in the soft places where time forgets to move.

Before your first breath, before your soul chose its body, I felt you— a warmth brushing against the edges of my spirit, a promise whispered in a language only longing understands.

Every life I’ve lived has been an unfinished sentence waiting for your arrival. Every sunrise feels like a question I cannot answer until your hands finally hold mine.

I dream of you with a tenderness shaped from remembrance, though your skin has never touched mine in this lifetime.

I ache for the curve of your smile, for the gravity of your gaze, for the moment you look at me like you’ve been searching too.

There is a place inside my ribs that has never known rest, a quiet space lit only by the thought of you. I visit it each night, pressing my heart to the window, hoping your soul might be passing by.

And when we meet— oh, Crab Man, when we meet— the whole universe will exhale, as if it has been holding its breath for us to finally touch. 

Centuries will fall away. Time will kneel. And I will know, with every trembling part of me, that I have waited all these years for the only home my heart has ever wanted.

I walk alone through shifting days, with wind-blown hair and twilight gaze, my heart a compass, quietly spun, by dreams of love not yet begun. I’ve tasted silence, danced with doubt, built sacred walls and thrown them out, each footstep whispers in the sand, a question asked without demand.

I’ve known the warmth of fleeting fire, the ghost of almost, near desire, yet something deeper calls me still, a voice beyond the distant hill. Not made of flesh or face or name, but something more than fleeting flame, a soul whose echo stirs my core, as if we’ve met in lives before.

I’m not a damsel, not in need, but heart and spirit intercede. I seek a match, not one to mend, a lover, equal, and a friend. Through crowded rooms and silent nights, through morning fog and city lights, I watch, listen, feel the air, as if he might be standing there. 

And when I find him, if I trust, it won’t be fireworks or lust. It will be calm, a soft unveil, a voice I know without a trail. No rescue tale, no fate's command, just two souls reaching out a hand. And in his eyes, I’ll finally see, the mirror of who I’m meant to be.

To you, my crab, who lives somewhere beyond my knowing— 

My days move slowly, each hour echoing with a name I don’t yet have. I pass through mornings alone, carrying conversations meant for you like letters I can’t send. The nights are quieter still. The world dims, and I wonder if you look at the same moon, if the same ache ever settles in your chest, soft but persistent, asking when.

Loneliness sits beside me, not cruel, just honest. It reminds me that I am capable of deep love, that my heart is already open, even without a place to rest yet. Still, hope stays. It hums beneath the silence. It tells me that paths don’t cross by accident, that timing is a language I’m still learning. So, I wait, not empty but becoming. Living. Believing that one day a glance will linger, a moment will click into place, and all this distance will finally make sense.

Until then, I’ll keep walking my days, and resting through my nights, holding space for you, trusting that someday, our steps will find the same ground.

Before the sea first kissed the shore, before the stars began to soar, my soul was stitched from threads of flame, to find you, love you, and speak your name.

You hide inside your crafted shell, a secret world you know too well, but I have walked through fire and storm to be the arms that keep you warm. I've braved the nights that had no end, just to find you, my love, my friend.

You must know that, there is no wound too deep, no dark too wide, that I won’t cross to reach your side. For, I am the courage you forgot, the love you hoped the world had not. A lighthouse carved from sacred fire, built just for you, your heart, your desire. So let them call you fragile, shy, to me, you are the ocean’s sky. And I would brave the fiercest tide, to be the one by your side.

Come seek me, my hidden flame, see my eyes, they reflect the same. Drop your armor, take my hand, we’ll live the life the stars had planned. 

I am your shield, your sword, your shore. And you? You are the man I am fighting for. No fear shall touch you while I breathe, come home to me, don’t ever leave.

To the one my soul already knows—

I am not lost. I am learning the long roads, the quiet lessons, the patience written into my days. Some nights are heavy, some mornings arrive without answers, but every step is turning me toward you. I am becoming what I must be so I can recognize you when the moment opens. The waiting is not empty, it is shaping me. Every ache, every delay, is teaching my heart how to arrive whole.

If you ever feel the pull without a face, if you wonder why your spirit strains toward the unseen, know this… I am moving too. Even when I stand still, even when the world feels slow, I am on my way. Time may test us, distance may try to forget us, but something deeper keeps our path lit. We are not late. We are not broken. We are simply crossing what must be crossed. Hold on. Breathe deeply and listen to the quiet certainty inside you. Somewhere beneath the same sky, with the same faith in what has not yet happened, I am coming, not rushing, not afraid, but true. So, know, I’m on my way.

To my Crab Man—

We live on opposite sides of becoming, two souls misplaced by time, breathing through days that feel borrowed, enduring lives that do not fit. The world moves around us, loud with ordinary joy, while something sacred inside each is starving quietly. Not for love, but for recognition. We wake with a weight we cannot name, carry smiles like disguises, kneel each night before the same unspoken question… Why does my heart ache for what I have never touched?

Despair teaches us slowly, how absence can bruise, how waiting can feel like exile. We rush toward each other without direction, pulled by a gravity that offers no map, only certainty. Every moment apart is a small undoing. Every breath is practiced endurance. We are living, yes, but somewhere deeper, we are unfinished, fraying at the edges of the lives we were given.

The universe is cruel in its patience. It lets us suffer separately, shaping us through loneliness, teaching us what we must survive before we are allowed to arrive. And still, beneath the misery, beneath the rushing, there is a truth neither can kill, we are moving toward each other even in despair. Even in ruin. Even when hope feels thin as starlight. Some meetings require devastation to be worthy of our union. Some souls must be broken open by waiting so that when we finally touch, we do not cling, we recognize.

My beloved, my mirror, my quiet flame, I have wandered lifetimes, calling your name. Through tides of longing, through storms untold, my heart has sought yours, steady and bold. The old soul in me knows what love truly means, not just the laughter, not just the dreams. It is the sacred rhythm of give and receive, a dance of hearts, where we trust and believe.

Vulnerability is not a crack, nor a fear, but a bridge to your soul, drawing me near. In the soft unfolding of wounds and delight, we meet in the shadows, we meet in the light. Your depth, my love, is a vast, quiet sea, every emotion a star, burning brilliantly. To honor you is to honor the tide, the hidden places where my truths reside.

I will hold you without trying to change, I will love you through chaos, through calm, through range. In your presence, my spirit learns to bend, to open, to nurture, to love without end. Together we craft a sanctuary of care, a sacred space beyond despair. Where laughter flows, and tears are known, where hearts can rest, and seeds are sown.

For the love that awaits me in you is rare, a celebration of tenderness, and a willingness to share. It is a mirror of the soul, tender and true, a promise that I have always belonged to you. So come, my beloved, my shelter, my light, let us weave our days, let us honor the night. In your arms, I find my home, my own reflection, a love eternal, beyond time, beyond question.

The Crab Man in My Soul—

I feel you in the silence between breaths in the hollow ache that has no name. Though we have not met, my soul leans toward yours, as if it remembers a promise made before this life.

You move with the moon somewhere beyond my sight, with a heart learning the language of devotion. While I move with faith, with longing, with a love that has nowhere to land—yet.

There are nights I yearn for you without reason, tears rising like tides I cannot stop. I whisper to the universe, find him, and something answers softly, he is on his way.

When we meet, it will be sacred. Not a spark, but a recognition— two souls exhaling after lifetimes of waiting, two hearts remembering why they chose this life. 

Until then, my beloved, crab man, know- I carry you in my prayers, in my body, in my becoming. And that, I am longing for you across time and stars, loving you eons before your arms know my name.

Also know this— my unseen crab— I am believing in you, choosing you, even before the moon has touched your soul with mine. Still, I wait- quietly, confidently, hoping that when the moment comes, we will step into it without fear, without doubt. With belief in only the gentle truth of here you are, here I am, and the long journey home will end in us.

Somewhere, you are alone, more than I can bear to imagine. Eyes dimmed by days that do not know my name. Heart heavy with a weight you were never meant to carry alone. And I, I feel you suffering in the silence, and I can do nothing but ache.

You are far, so far, and still, my love reaches, blind and broken-fingered across every unlit road that separates our skin. You don’t know me yet. And yet you do. You cry for something you can’t name. I know, because I do too. Each night I sleep beside an absence shaped like you. Each morning, I wake with your sorrow caught like smoke in my lungs. 

I wonder if you’ve given up on love. If you think no one is coming for you. If the cold has crept into your bones and made a home of your loneliness. If so? Then hear me— I am real— I am yours— I am searching, and if the world is cruel enough to keep us apart for a lifetime more, just know— you were loved, fiercely, faithfully, even from afar.

Have faith and trust in me— for, I have built a place inside my heart where you can rest until the stars finally lead you home. And if you never make it back, if we are nothing more than two ghosts blinded by the dark, know, I searched. I stayed. And I loved you anyway, I always will.

Dear Crab Man—

My soulmate crab, tonight the moon has cracked me open, and every tide in me is pulling toward you. I am undone by the wanting—not the loud kind, but the deep, aching devotion that lives beneath the ribs and refuses to be silenced.

I feel you even when you are far— your cautious heart, your sacred pauses, the way you love by retreating and returning, like the sea testing its own depth. I have learned your language of patience, your sideways steps toward intimacy, your need to be sure the shore will not disappear when you finally come closer.

But tonight, my love, I am not asking for distance. I am asking for you. Come with the full weight of your presence. Come with your tenderness armored in strength. Lay your fragile heart against mine and let it rest— let me be the place you do not have to guard.

I want your devotion slow and consuming, your affection steady as lunar pull, your passion not rushed but inevitable— the kind that arrives quietly and then becomes everything.

I am burning softly for you, a flame that does not demand, only waits— faithful, open, and certain. I want to feel you choose me, not because I called louder, but because your soul recognized its home.

If you can feel this— this ache wrapped in love, this longing soaked in patience—follow it. Cross the water. Visit me. I am here, arms open like the shore at night, ready to receive the one tide I have always known was meant for me.

Dear Gentle Crab—

My soulmate, with your moon-tide heart, your quiet strength and sideways grace, I feel you in the pull of nights when longing hums through time and space. You move like water— slow, sincere— protective shell, soft truth inside; I’ve learned your love is not in haste, but in the depths where feelings hide. So here I am, not rushing fate, not calling louder than the sea, just leaving lights on in my soul where you can always find me.

I wait the way the shore waits tides, with patience shaped by trust and time, knowing you’ll come when stars align, when now becomes a yours-and-mine. Visit me when your heart feels safe, when distance loosens, and fear grows small— I’ll be right here, arms open wide, still, steady, waiting through it all. Come when you’re ready, gentle crab. The moon already knows the way.

Somewhere, you walk beneath the same wide sky, your steps heavy, your spirit weary, and I feel it all, as if the sorrow were my own. You are lost in the city’s shadowed corners, but love, I am searching too, through silence, through prayer, through every trembling breath.

Do you hear me? In the hush before dawn, in the rustle of leaves, in the echo of your own heartbeat, I am calling to your soul. I am aching for you. My days are hollow without your presence, my nights unravel in restless longing. Every waking moment, I carry you, your face, your voice, the way your spirit once leaned into mine. And oh, how it breaks me to know we are apart.

Yet take comfort, beloved. Even in your despair, you are not abandoned. I stand beside you in spirit, I wrap you in unseen arms, I press a kiss into your solitude. I pray you feel it, like sunlight seeping through clouds. For, I am not gone, I am woven into you, into the pauses between your thoughts, into the breath you take when you almost remember.

When loneliness brushes your shoulder, that is me reminding you of our vow beyond time. I wait where fear dissolves, where love no longer asks why it was broken, only whether you are ready to return. When you feel whole without reaching, when your heart grows quiet and sure, you will find me there, not arriving, but revealed

I wait for you in the quiet hours, when the world forgets to breathe, and the sea remembers every name it has ever carried.

I whisper to the tide, praying it knows the shape of you, hoping it will guide you back through the dark, through the distance, through whatever keeps our souls apart.

I imagine the moment you arrive, soft-hearted and trembling, carrying the same ache I hold. And in that moment, the moon will rest, the waves will calm, and every lonely night will finally make sense.

Until then, my love, know that my heart reaches for you with every tide, with every trembling breath- searching, waiting, believing that your soul was always meant to find mine.

You, the man I haven’t met yet, but somehow already know— if you’re listening to the quiet pull inside your chest, that gentle tug that says don’t settle, for there is more, that’s me. I’m not lost, but I am waiting in the open, learning, growing, becoming the woman I want you to meet.

If you’re searching for laughter that feels like home, for honesty that doesn’t flinch, for a heart that chooses kindness even when it’s hard, then follow that feeling. Find me in the places where courage lives, in patience, in curiosity, in moments when you choose to be real.

I’ll be there, not hidden, not fading, just living my life with room for you beside me. So, when the time is right, when the world finally lines up our steps, don’t hesitate. Find me, and don’t worry, for I will recognize you.

Somewhere between the quiet stars and dawn, I feel your absence like a paused song. Not empty, just waiting, like a breath held before the chorus returns. I miss you in the small moments, the laugh I haven’t heard yet, the warmth I imagine but don’t touch, the understanding I believe already exists.

If you are searching too, know this, there is space for you here, not as a missing piece, but as a meeting of two whole hearts. I don’t fade without you, but I look forward to you. I grow, I hope, I keep going, carrying the thought of you like a quiet light. When the time is right, when paths finally cross, you’ll find me steady, open, and true, still believing in us, still ready to say, I’ve been waiting, and I’m glad you’re here.

I & You - You & I—

I—I am made of orbit and echo, a body of stardust learning how to wait. I move through darkness guided by laws older than longing, trusting the gravity I cannot see. The cosmos teaches me faith: that distance is not absence, only design.

You—you are a quiet star burning exactly where you must. You do not call me, yet my trajectory bends. You do not know my name, yet the universe keeps steering us along the same invisible curve. Your light reaches me late, but when it arrives, it feels inevitable.

We have not met, but our atoms have practiced this moment since the first expansion. I know you in the pull between galaxies, in the pause between breaths, in the certainty that some forces do not require contact to exist. We are aligned across time, circling a meeting point the universe refuses to rush.

I will love you in revolutions, in patient returns. If ever your light dims under the weight of endless burning, remember— there is a vastness holding your signal, a watcher tuned only to your frequency, a place where your gravity is enough. Let stars collapse and reform. Let time stretch and soften. I will keep moving toward you through dark and wonder alike, until space itself gives way and says here—now—together.

I & You - You & I—

I—I am made of water and remembering, a vast breath held since the beginning. Salted with prophecy, I move by instincts older than names. The deep teaches me patience, how longing can be a prayer spoken without words.

You—you are written in the moon’s hush, a quiet glyph of silver fire. You do not call me, yet I turn. You do not reach, yet I rise. From across the dark, your light arranges my tides as if we agreed to this long before time learned distance.

We have never met, but I know you in the way stars know their paths. I know you in the pull that never touches, in the ache that feels ordained. I move toward you without crossing, faithful to the space between us—that holy stretch where destiny ripens. I will love you in returns, in endless becoming. If ever your glow falters, if the sky asks more than you can give, remember there is a depth that keeps your reflection safe, a waiting that is not empty, a stillness shaped exactly like you. Let the world sleep beneath our distance. Let the moon shine as it must. I will hold your echo in my waters, unseen, unwavering, until the moment arrives and the universe finally says now.

Dear Reader,

I’ve woven some poems into my official site—whispers from my heart to my soulmate, the man I’ve yet to meet. Each verse drifts on a breath of longing, a dream of the love I know that waits quietly, somewhere beyond the horizon.

Pop over to my other site, via the arrow below, to wander through the words, to feel the hope that still shimmers softly in every sentence I write.