If only we could predict how things are going to be.
Then life would be boring if the future we could see.
It's better left unknown so we can make our own discoveries.
We try and go through life it's the same thing everyday.
Until you get a mail from someone far away.
Yes, i remember you, you were the love of my life.
Do you recall, you were going to be my wife.
Get your head around it, yes it's really me.
I will be there soon, is it me you want to see.
It went better than expected and even better still.
We saw each other twice more and yes, we love each other still.
But time is passing slowly you are there and i am here.
And with every text and mail i can feel us drawing near.
We are being careful we have an idea.
Of how we go further to belay any fears.
In a few months we will meet and take up were we parted.
And i am pretty sure this love that we have started.
Will grow stronger and we will see.
That yes, our love was always meant to be.
