This is for those of us who miss holding hands
For the guy who wants to hug her just because he can
For the people who look into each other's eyes hoping to find more than merely a reflection.
For all the girls who have completely over-analyzed every single one of his actions.
For those of you in search of the accompanying beat to the rhythm of your own heart.
For that diary entry that wonders when your life will start.
This is for the single people
And for the "I-love-them-more-than-life" people
For the "just-for-fun-on-the-weekends" people
For the "might-as-well-be-married" people.
But more importantly;
This is for the strong people
For the "I-can-stand-on-my-own" people
For the "I-complete-myself" people
For the confident, but shy
For those who aren't too timid to say "I."
For those of us who have a relationship with Life.
This is to let you know that no matter what they told you
Out there, somewhere, there is somebody who loves you.
Out of 6 billion people, at least one is thinking of you.
To prove my point, I just said, that this poem was written for you.
This is for the people who are going home alone
For those people who tend to fall asleep while on the phone.
For the red-hot-lovers
for the body-pillow-huggers.
For the "Not-tonight-I-have-a-headache" pretenders.
This is for your roommate,
This is for the waitress,
For the guywho sits next to you
This is for the President.
This is for your lover,
This is for your crew
But most importantly my friends,
Let's toast to you.
-Emily Martin
February 11, 2011
