To: you, though you may not know it.

I have a series of letters that I write now and then in an online journal, sealed with a password. Having a slight flair for drama, I've named this series: Letters to My Soulmate.

In complete defiance of my non-belief in soulmates and suchlike, it's almost ridiculous that that is what I have named a collection of, at current count, 64 letters - spanning from hundreds of words, sometimes thousands, and right down to a few sentences.

What do these letters contain?

Nothing, and yet also everything. Minute descriptions of my day, my emotional health, vague inclusions of the important things that I have been discovering about myself... I've been making a semi-forced attempt at baring my soul and there is more than a little intimacy that has resulted in some tear tracked posts searing across the screen that I type on.

But why?

I have no idea. Something in me is a hopeless romantic through and through, and as much as I hate that, it's a part of me that I can't suppress.

I'm really hoping that one day I meet someone who I can deem worthy of handing the password to the online journal to, but that's some years away considering that right now I have to focus on my studies.

Wishful thinking, though.