The Long-Standing Proposal

If destiny does exist, then that one person – the only person who will become irreplaceable in your world, is coming for you as fast as they can.

Sometimes they’re right where you can see them, other times they’re halfway across the world thinking that they have it all figured out. More than physical distance, it’s a distance of the heart that cannot be overcome until that perfectly calculated moment preordained by fate herself is met.

You’re coming from opposite ends of a spectrum, meeting somewhere in the middle. It’s not so extreme there, free of the harsh opinions that define you as a person. Keeping that strong self is important and remembering it through the haze of a median gray is the only proof that the one you’re crossing paths with right here, right now, is precisely “the one”.

Love is thicker than any London fog, more terrifying than being chloroformed in a back alley, and erases the scars of insecurity which reside on every thought and memory. The darkest nights recede with promises of a blaring dawn, and then a baby blue morning, scorching high noon, simmering summer naps, radiant twilight, and then a twinkle, twinkle in the silver skylight.

That is the cycle of my love which is unique in itself, as is every love story.

Love meaning so many different things to so many different people. But we all do have something in common. It’s the nightmares. The internal and sometimes external darkness that drives hesitation, failure, and ultimately loss devours us night after night in a way that seems endless. We think sorrow will end when we have the warmth of someone else beside us, but that’s not enough.

It’s more than warmth. It’s more than a heater on those gloomy evenings when you’re desperate for safety. Longing for you to come faster – to race across every mountain and city, through every one night stand and every perfect relationship with someone who isn’t me – because you’re heading somewhere far more important; you’re speeding toward me and our future together. It’s the future with the highest chance of happiness.

It’s the only future.

Get it?

So here is my proposal to you, sir. I’m waiting. I’m patiently, but actually impatiently, waiting for you to get your apologetic over here where you’re supposed to be – where we are supposed to be.

Until that moment comes, keep leaping over those obstacles with flying colors because I don’t want to spend another night without you. Stop dilly-dallying, because I know you very well already. You’re prone to it.

Keep your eyes forward. It’s okay to stray sometimes, but remember. Hold it close to your heart.

With All My Love,

Kim Ryeowook

15 August 2006