Is that what I call you? Or maybe I use your name? Please tell me we’re not a babe couple.
I just had an interesting thought. Wouldn’t it be kind of sweet to gift you this letter on our wedding day? You see, we haven’t met yet, or at least I don’t think we have. I don’t have any idea what you look like, where you live, what you’re doing right now, or how or where we’ll meet. I have no idea what to expect, but I just know it’s only a matter of time.
As I’m sure I’ve told you, I’ve been pretty unsuccessful in love before meeting you, despite trying out many different types of people and being open-minded about who I date. I’ve been single for about 2 and a half years now, and outside of some people that I’ve casually dated here and there, I’ve had no real prospects. But I just know you’re out there, and I know that our meeting will be perfect and our relationship will work and we’ll both just know that this is it.
I think you’re probably really clever, and witty, and I hope we just keep each other laughing whenever we’re together.
I imagine that I’m insanely attracted to you, but you make me feel desired in such a way that I never question what we have.
I hope that you really are my best friend, even though writing that down right now makes me cringe.
I know that you’re a gentleman, and that you treat me with respect, and as an equal, but also know how to treat me like a
bad girl lady.
I like to think that you’re proud of me. And that I’m proud of you. And we get excited for each other. Do we work together? Or are we in the same type of work? Or did we somehow end up in totally different fields?
I’m guessing that our life is a little bit alternative in one way or another. Maybe we live outside the US? Or maybe we’re business owners? Or maybe we’ve become liberal LA hippies? I don’t know what it is, but I think we share a mutual desire to push beyond the limits of what a “normal” life looks like.
I’m sure we’re not perfect, but I imagine that the good days far outweigh the bad. I imagine I am excited to wake up next to you and I can’t wait to come home to you. I imagine that when friends ask how we’re doing, I can only respond with a goofy, telling smile.
So even though I’m approaching 30, I’m not worried about “settling down” because I know that I’ll meet you when I’m meant to, and I can’t doing anything to change that. I trust in divine timing, and my time is much better spent challenging myself and doing hard things and growing and learning rather than wasting time trying to will you into my life. I’m sure I could easily settle for someone if I grow impatient, but I believe that there our romance is worth waiting for, and that once we meet, neither of us will doubt that this is what we’ve both been waiting and wishing for.
Anyway, I’m really excited to meet you.