I have no idea what you look like. I have no idea if you’re a blonde or a brunette, tall or short, have blue eyes or brown, or if you’re Catholic or Jewish. As of right now, I know nothing about you other than the fact you’re going to make me the happiest man in the world. I just haven’t met you yet.
I could have already seen you, but right now I would have no idea it’s you. I could see you every week or bump into you around town every now and then and I still would have no idea that it’s you. If I have seen you, seeing you how I do now compared to seeing you when I realize that you’re the one will be like two completely separate images. When the day comes that I truly see you, it will change my life. Even if we know each other now, I don’t know you as the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. So, in that regard, I just haven’t met you yet.
You could be the blonde-haired, bright-eyed beauty that always seem to catch my eye. You could be the dark-haired, brown-eyed girl that I always seem to actually date. For all I know, you could have red hair, with freckles all along your body, and I wouldn’t know any different right now. I just haven’t met you yet.
You could be on the taller side, so that when I’m looking straight ahead at you, I see you staring back at me. You could be on the shorter side, so that when you go to kiss me you have to rise up on your toes, ever so slightly. I just haven’t met you yet. You could be the uber-athletic kind of chick that shares the same competitive fire I have. You could also be the most uncoordinated human being I’ve ever seen, but you will look so cute trying. I just haven’t met you yet. But for all of the things I don’t know about you right now, which are a lot, there are plenty of things that I already do know about you — even if I have never laid eyes on you in my life; even if I haven’t met you yet.
You love to cuddle. Whether it’s because it helps you fall asleep, or because you’re cold, or because you just like being in my arms. You’ll probably like sleeping on the left side of the bed, too, and you’re definitely going to be a blanket hog. You sing in the car… and in the shower… and to yourself… and especially whenever you think I’m not around. And I love it. You may be embarrassed by it, whether you’re talented or tone-deaf, or you may own it, whether you’re talented or tone-deaf, but I think you’re adorable, regardless.
You love a good night in. Not because we’re “boring,” or because we’re part of “that generation,” but because you understand that a night in — whatever that entails — is much more common (and often better) than a lavish night out. We enjoy each other’s company, so if we want to de-stress and unwind together, we do it. You love to dance. Whether it’s enjoying a slow dance whenever the mood strikes you, or if it’s attempting to flail your body in the form of something that looks like dance moves (i.e. Exactly what I do on the dance floor), you love to dance — whatever that definition may be.
My family will adore you. I don’t bring many girls around my family — partially because there haven’t many situations serious enough to bring them around, and partially because of my fear that they will scare the hell out of them — but I will want you to meet them; they will want to meet you; and they will love you just as much as I do.
You will be an incredible mother. And we will be incredible parents. Whether our child(ren) sleep(s) through the night or goes through three-hour napping intervals, we will be each other’s teammates to get through it. We will worry on the first day of school; we will cheer on the sidelines at sporting events; we will study with them; we will watch them grow and give them a better life than we had, even if the ones we had were pretty good.
You will never have me questioning my love for you. Even if I still have the shortness of breath and excitement in me whenever I see you, I will never wonder what you’re thinking about because you know you can — and do — talk to me. I will never have to worry about you meeting someone else because I know you’ll want only me. You will never have to worry about me meeting someone else because you’ll know I only want you.
I may not have met you yet, but I know an awful lot about you. I know you’re out there and I know I’ll love you. I don’t know when I’m going to meet you, but I know it will be worth the wait. If it’s tomorrow, I would have waited over 25 years, and you’d be worth every hour of the wait; if I don’t meet you until years from now, I will continue to go through every day waiting for it to be the one when I meet you.
I am the worst person at waiting for things, especially things that I’m looking forward to; time always seems to pass like each grain of sand is moseying through the funnel of an hourglass. When I was a kid, I couldn’t sleep on Christmas Eve because every second felt like an hour and it never felt like the sun would actually rise and that it would be Christmas Day. But I’ve gotten through 25 Christmas Eves and I’ve experienced 25 Christmas Days.
I know you’re out there; I know you’re worth the wait; and I know that you’re probably looking for me to. I know I love you, I just haven’t met you yet.