Summary/Warnings: Baekhyun writes a letter to his soulmate, who finds it while voyaging on the seas (Mild cursing)

An open letter to my one and only:

On nights like this I miss you so ing much it hurts to even breathe. On nights like this it feels as if there is a gaping hole torn from my chest, and I can’t even begin to contemplate this empty feeling that I feel.

How do I even describe the emotions swirling within me?

I cannot.

I long for someone whom I’ve never met. I long for something that I don’t even know.

And as I sit here, staring up at the sky, admiring the stars, do you think of me? Do you miss me, just as much as I miss you?

I extend a hand towards the sky and dream of tracing your face in the constellations. I take in a deep breath and I feel the universe expand in my lungs. The wind caresses my cheeks gently, like the loving touch of a mother. It is comforting, but sad at the same time.

I long for you, but you aren’t here. When will you be here? I do not know.

It hurts, not knowing.

You and I, on our own trajectories, hurtling towards a never-ending void. I do not know if our paths will ever cross.

I do not know if we will self-destruct.

I suppose we will, even though I’ve not met you yet. Not yet, not in this lifetime. You are everything I can ever want and need, but you are also a mirror. You are a harsh and unforgiving mirror, pointing out what I choose to run away from. You magnify all of my insecurities and throw them back at me full-force.

I hate you, but I love you so ing much as well.

You may be my mirror, but I am yours as well.

And therefore you hate me too. You hate me as much as you love me.

Oh, our love was written in the stars since the beginning of time. Our love was strong, ferocious and passionate. It was only a matter of time before we met. Again and again and again.

We have met, many times in many different life times. I don’t remember any of them. We aren’t supposed to remember.

But on some days, I look up at the blue, blue sky, and I feel you. I feel our hearts beating as one, our souls intermingling in a brief moment of longing.

And oh, you feel me too. On those days, a short moment exists when you feel that wistful pang deep within you. A forgotten memory, fighting to resurface, struggling, bubbling, screaming to be let out.