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My dearest: Until we finally meet

My Dearest Love

Do you think it’s possible to love someone you’ve never even met – never even seen?

I do.  I don’t know who you are (yet), but I already love you.

I think I feel … no, I knów … that I love you, we just have to find each other. I live with that one constant and undeniable hope that we will meet each other and that our two souls will be one strong, loving, complete soul once again.

Sometimes I have this dream. In it I always feel safe and loved.  Always, the same man is in this dream, but I never see his face. I know that man is you, and it gives me hope and strength to carry on without you until the day that our destinies come together as one.

I hope you know, wherever you are, that I will always keep searching for you, no matter how long it takes. I know that our hearts will be complete and truly happy only once we meet.

I want you to know that my love for you is pure and true. That it will remain strong and faithful forever. We may both still have many paths to travel along, many discoveries to make and a lot of growing and healing to do, but I truly believe that we are meant to be. That, no matter how long we still have to be apart, our love will bring us together and fill our world with a happiness and blessedness that neither of us has experienced yet.

My love, I know that neither of us is perfect and that there probably will be many fights and adjustments ahead of us. I also know that our love will keep us strong and hopeful for all our days. We have to keep faith, otherwise our lives will be less meaningful and fulfilled. We would have missed one of the most important reasons for being in this world.

I like to believe that you are out there somewhere thinking about me too.  That you hope and dream about me as well. I hope that these words and feelings can be somehow communicated to you right now as I’m writing this. That when I send this out into the world, it somehow finds its way to you.

Please never give up on me, on us, as long as you live.

So, until we finally meet –
I love you.



 
 

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Kaalvoet deur die Waterberg

Ilse van Staden

Dit was ’n kaalvoettyd. ’n Tyd van dorings en van slange, die nagadder wat sku in die gras langs ’n plaasdam wag en ’n vuurkooltjie aan my enkel pik dat ek ’n gil gee wat veel erger is as wat my broer ooit uit my kon boelie. ’n Tyd van skurwe hakskene en van modder wat in die tamatielande se nat leivore tussen die tone deurkrul.