Dear Future Husband, I Don’t Know Who You Are, But I Love You Already

Dear Future Husband,

I have no idea who you are, but I love you already. I tend to choose songs as the medium to express my thoughts because writing eloquent lyrics is easier than coming up with honest words. But because you are you and I am I, I promise to choose my words carefully, and any ambiguity will have been not due to fear but rather, like a fresh bouquet of roses, hand-selected just for you. Valentine’s Day is just a few days away, and I have to say, I am a bit lonely here without you. 

I imagine finding you to be the most important thing I’ll ever do. So as I wait until that moment, I write this letter to you as a first of many.

On days when you feel like things aren’t going the way they should, I hope you pack a bag and escape to a place where you can pretend, even if only just for a while, that life isn’t always about tending to your responsibilities. It’s not about running away either. It’s about taking advantage of the moments that make you happy, no matter how cliché it may sound.

When you’re having trouble sleeping, I hope you have the strength to get out of bed, grab your keys, and go for a drive. Blast as many Beatles songs as you have because you can always take a sad song and make it better. Drive by something that sparks your interest, stop, get out of the car, and let it whisk you away. It’s okay if you can’t sleep at night. It’s okay to have worries. I’ll be there soon to help you deal with them. And if for some reason, someone’s been jaded enough to lead you to believe that real life could never be like the movies, I promise to prove them wrong. You’re only in the first act, and in it, the main character’s not supposed to know where to go. He’s supposed to feel lost.

I hope you travel the world when you don’t know where else to go. Do that before allowing me to give the world in its entirety to you. Find yourself first so that you know who you are, and who you are is a man that has no qualms about being with me. 

Become the sum of your experiences. I don’t want to be the last addition, but I also don’t want to be the first. I want to be the unending part of it.

On days when we’re both too tired to do anything, let’s spend it together doing nothing. We can put a tent up in the living room, or sleep on the kitchen floor. We’ll stay in our pajamas and never have to do anything we don’t want to do. Tell me all your secrets and let me keep them in a safe place. Let me be there when you need me to be so that you never have to feel alone.

You will never have to be alone so long as I am here. And here I am, writing this letter. As I write this letter, I wonder whose figure it is that I imagine living in our future home filled with books, picture frames, babies and a dog named Pepper. There are times when I’m afraid that I will never find you. I don’t think anything could hurt me more than not being able to find you. So until then, I want to wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you, and I cannot wait to meet you.

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