Love has destroyed me completely.
I find myself thinking of you on every odd occasion, whether it be when I'm sipping tea, reading a novel; staring at the sunrise.

I haven't met you yet. I don't know who you are. I don't understand what this love is, this strange connection between me and you, like an unbreakable string stretching right through the horizon.

Even though I have never met you, or talked with you, or even seen you;
I know who you are. I know you are there.
And I wait for you every. single. day.

Call this madness, my love.
but there isn't much difference between insanity and being in love, is there?