SelfPub: Feel the pulse ...

Feel impulses coming straight from your heart, through distance, through people and bad weather. I don't know your name, don't know what color your eyes are, how many moles on your neck, who are you now sleeping who are you thinking about whether you have a cat or a dog, have you thought about death, whether on your cheek dimples when you laugh. I know nothing about you. Except for one thing.
I know we were made for each other, that sooner or later we will meet, and then the world around will not be as important as you. After all, my whole world is you.