Gone

When I’m gone, I hope someone will uncover all this writing that I have done. Someone who believed they knew me but never had a clue. In the beginning of all my journals lies the words "Do not read this unless you are with me or unless I am dead."

When I am gone, may it be due to old age or some tragedy, I want someone to know who I truly was.

But while I am here, I want to find someone to share my books with.

Were I gone, it would be too late to truly share my memories. So I write them down, just in case I don't have the opporunity while I'm here. So that when I am gone, I may still find my soulmate from the grave.

Crazy? I am not crazy.

Here? Only sometimes – I often wander.

Romantic? I am head over heels for someone I may never meet.

Gone? For now, I am here.