An Open Letter to my Love

If you’re reading this, you’re probably assuming I’m one of those. The ones who idolize their future life + dream husband + angel kiddos. Technically, it’d be a lie to say I don’t look forward to the beautiful things in life but I don’t make it my life per se. I’m way out of my comfort zone for writing this but I figured why not, it’s something we all wonder. I wanted to jot it down, especially since my thoughts are constantly in a whirlwind. Here’s an open letter to my future husband, can’t promise you won’t be undoubtedly creeped out or think I’m insane.

Love Letter:

Dear future husband (Hubs, Love, Baby Boo Bop, w/e),

I don’t know if you’re roaming through Europe learning new cultures or roaming through your buddy’s kitchen struggling to make a sandwich. Whatever it is you’re doing at the moment, I hope you’re living with peace of mind and life is treating you well. I haven’t met you yet and who knows when I will but I did want to write a letter to you. What did my twenty-one-year-old self want to tell you? Well. To start off, congrats! You were something I never thought could happen, I can’t decide which ice cream flavor I want, let alone a life partner. Maybe you swayed me with your charm during a night on the town or maybe an unexpected run-in at a coffee shop made me in awe. Who knows what you pulled but you deserve a gold star. I hope we’re able to connect in ways I could never before with anyone else, I think they call it soul mates. I want us to truly listen and understand each other, I don’t want raging hurtful fights. I could deal with silly nonsense bickering over if I’m going to watch The Bachelor or you’re going to watch the Real Madrid game. By the way, you’d definitely end up watching The Bachelor. Or I might end up watching the Real Madrid game beyond my free will.

Don’t stop challenging me, you probably showed me this side that makes me want to be the best I can be. I don’t want us to base our life on each other, just because you have a new addition doesn’t mean I want you to stop pursuing your dreams and ambitions. I’ll encourage you and support you through your best decisions and laugh with you at your worst. I don’t want us to stop valuing each other because we’re used to the concept of marriage. It’s not a one and done deal, It’s something we will work on forever. I want to still go on dates to the cute Italian place down the street when I’m 70, romance should never die. I don’t want us to stop loving one another as time goes on. I will still love you with your morning breath and bed head hair, if not be madly in love with you. Getting gray hair and wrinkles? We’ll have our own version of The Notebook. I want to show our future kids that love is real, it doesn’t get lost over time. I don’t know if I’ll be your first love but I do hope to be your last. I want to live a wholesome life with you filled with respect, value, love, and integrity. Last but not least, I want you to know I appreciate you. You accepted me and loved me for who I am and that’s all we can really ask for.

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