Dearest

-A letter I wrote for the middle of a story I've been working on about a young woman who writes to her significant other... who she hasn't met yet. This is the pivot in the plot, where she realizes that he may or may not exist. What I need help with is deciding whether she finds her God-given other half in the form of a person, or if she starts writing to God.-
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Dearest,



I miss your soul.

Knowing you by the space it will occupy satisfies like completing a partial puzzle. An incomplete vision of joy.



I begin to question your existance. My eyes and heart have been open, sure of this place God created for you. But others came, then left, making me wonder- do you exist? As I examine the print another's soul has engraved on mine, I question- are you real, or a placeholder in which God may pour his Spirit to fill this longing with Himself?

Is your heart still your own to give, or does another hold the place I never knew? I've examined the dimensions of deficiencies and excesses in my own soul, that I might find yours. And know it immediately. Intimately.



But I feel that I can remain in the space no longer. If you exist, I will wait. Forever. But if you are merely another emptiness for God to fill it must happen before the chinks that form around this empty glass in my heart become cracks, which siphon away the peice of my soul I reserve for you.

Though a whole with God, I need this peice.



Love- Me




(I posted this on FB a while back, but decided to put it here as well for further feedback. All prose and original writing herein is property of Catherine Stevens- thanks.)