I’ve never truly known the flutter of butterflies in my stomach, the warmth of an embrace every time we meet, or the way I’d lose myself in his eyes. I’ve never traced his veins like a map, trying to memorize every line. I never found him among the faces I passed. I often wonder what my soulmate looks like, what he's doing right now. Does he feel the same longing? Why is he taking so long to find me? I miss the part of my heart that belongs to him. I love you, wherever you are ❤️ poetry