My destination is you

maybe the wait is longer— maybe the universe is taking its time tying the threads of our stories into something unbreakable. But if every slow sunrise and every quiet night is shaping the path that leads to you, then let the hours stretch as far as they need. Because you… you are the direction every part of me was always meant to follow— not north, not south, but something softer, something felt in the bones before it is understood in the mind. And distance? Time? They lose their sharpness when the destination is a soul that feels like home before we even arrive. So let the world take the long route with us. Let fate move in its patient rhythm. I don’t mind the waiting if waiting is the price of reaching you— the one place where all my wandering finally rests.