This letter is written for you. It is written to you, about you, by you, and you are reading it now.

Divine timing, we can call it.

I’ve learned a lot about love in the past few months. A lot about myself. A lot about you too. I’ve written hundreds of pages to hundreds of people and this

this

is the final chapter.

This is my theory of everything.

There are people in this world that you are, for lack of a better term, meant to love. Sometimes this love last forever. Sometimes it doesn’t need to. And sometimes,

one time

you’ll find a love that breaks you, heals you, warps you and then becomes you all at once.

The rest of my letters were lies. This one is true.

When this person comes crashing in, and they will come crashing, again and again until you wake the fuck up, you’ll notice.

They’ll be too beautiful. Too good for you. Too perfect, too good to be true.

So, as all of the greatest loves work, you’ll lost them. And you’ll lose them again. ANd again and again all the while while you notice

your life improves. With or without them there, things appear brighter. You feel happier. They teach you how to be yourself. Eventually, you let yourself learn.

Mine also happened to make me a billionaire. I got more tan and my eyes got bluer. The whole world fell in love with me.

Who knows what will happen for you, but one thing is for certain. Miracles happen.

You’ll both live apart, for a while. You’ll date other people. You may even date each other’s other people if you know what I mean. But, funny enough, this too is meant to be.

A timid, tentative, careful two-step on the road to heaven itself.

My greatest secret? The road to heaven is built for two.

With this other person (a term that is so very diminishing considering the gravity of this love) time stops. You realize how infinite you are. You, a jumbled mess of cracked puzzle pieces, find that you fit perfectly with another

they

they

make you whole.

It’s going to sound impossible. It’s going to feel that way too. But you should know by now, I am someone you can trust.

As you continue to dance symmetrically, you’ll find you can influence one another, even from afar. You know things about them you shouldn’t. The impossible will happen over and over again.

In trusting this, in finding peace in the impossible you will experience reality as physics has always told us it exists. You’ll feel the magic, and then you’ll realize it’s not magic at all.

Most of us were right the entire time.

Mostly me, but ya, you guys too.

The one thing that will change everything will be when one of you decides

most courageously

to build a bridge. That bridge will be a work of art. One of you will create, and they will share.

Their art will break you. I can’t prepare you. but the images, the words, the music will stay with you forever.

It’s impossible to stop thinking about their ‘art.’ So please, my love, stop trying.

May you, too, fall in love with a creator.

Many of you, if not all of you, will stop here and decide this person is me. That art is this letter. The magic is in these words.

I’m sorry, but you’re wrong. I’ve already found mine. I was told once, I was the most relatable kid in the world.

Believe that.

And if you could know who, at this point, then,

well,

this letter would not exist in the first place.

Let’s return to you.

Part of you already knows who this person is. If you’re reading this, hearing this, you’ve already met them.

In some way they were your first.

You fell in love instantly.

You terrify each other.

The eye contact is so powerful that even the shortest glimpse will remain burned into your being forever.

Someday you’ll find one another in a more permanent way.

The game of hide and seek will be over.

The eye contact will last a little too long. Just long enough for both of you

to know.

But, are you interested in speeding up that process?

Share this letter. The person who doesn’t respond? The person who breaks?

Well.

That is how you know.

Sending love you don’t need,

Mason Scurry