Will I Ever? ā A Monologue from the Heart
A monologue I wrote for the one I havenāt met yet. For anyone whoās ever wondered if theyāll be seen, loved, and acceptedāas they are.
Sometimesā¦ I wonderā¦ How will I ever meet the love of my life?
Will Iā¦ ever?
What if I meet him onlineā where screens try to reflect who I am, but never quite capture it all?
Maybe it wonāt happenā¦ but I still dream.
What if I meet him one dayā not in a fairytale momentā¦ but in real life, in something simple, quiet, honest?
He will see me. The unfiltered version. No mascara, no framed selfies, no practiced angles.
Just me.
Will he still fall in love?
Will he see the girl who loves too deeply, laughs when nervous, overthinks in silence?
Will he like the softness I carry? The stories Iāve hidden in my chest?
Will he feel at home with meā even when I donāt know how to speak what my heart feels?
Will he stay through the mood swings, the healing wounds, the loud thoughts and quiet days?
Will he love the way I loveā with all of me, without half-measures?
Will he touch my hand and feel safe too?
Will he whisper, āI found youā¦ā and mean it?
And if I askā¦ "Am I enough?" Will he smile and say, "You always were."
Sometimesā¦ I wonderā¦ but tonight, I just believe.