Dear Future Husband,
I'm not sure if you're even an actually exist. For all I know, I could die next week and never get married. I could become a nun. I could live my entire life as a strong, independent single woman. I may never find "The One". But I still feel like I should write this, because it's important for me to remind myself of all the amazing possibilities that my future holds. One of those possibilities is you.
I want you to know that I pray for you every single night. I pray that you are happy and healthy. I pray that you never have to experience real heartbreak and that you're really optimistic, because I'm going to need optimism to balance out my sometimes pessimistic view on life. I pray that you are living a life full of purpose and chastity, and that you're already thinking of me, just like I'm thinking of you.
I am also saving myself for you. I'm trying to live a modest and chaste life, and constantly trying to better myself. I want you to feel like our future kids have a good mother to look up to, so I always try to better my relationship with God and the people around me, and I try really hard to be a pleasant, happy person.
It's hard to try to be a good person, you know? Sometimes people call me a prude because I don't wear bikinis in the summer and because I've never had a boyfriend, even though I'm already 16. Sometimes people think I'm uptight and a goody two-shoes because I try to follow the rules and do what's right all the time. People make fun of me sometimes and act as if I'm really just a naive homeschooled kid who has no idea how boring and old fashioned modesty is. To be honest, all of that hurts sometimes. However, I know that all of it's worth it and that you'll love me in all of my prudish, naive glory.
I know that we're going to fight and that our life together won't be all peaches and cream. I'm really stubborn, and I like being right, which sometimes even annoys me, so I'm fairly positive that it will get under your skin also. I'm also really loud, and I just want to apologize in advance for all of the times that I'm going to break out into song without warning, or the times that I'm going to tease you way too much and totally kill a joke because I overuse it. I'm going to go shopping for clothes and then come back and fret over the fact that I spent money over something as trivial as a pair of boots for the winter or a cute sweater. I'm going to forget to tell you I love you sometimes, because I'm bad at remembering that other people need to hear that just as much as I need to hear it. I'm going to get mad at you for really small, stupid things, and I'm going to say things I don't mean every once in a while. I'm sorry, and I'm so undeserving of your incredible love.
I know that you aren't perfect. Heaven knows, I'm not perfect either. Maybe by us being imperfect together, we'll be able to get closer to perfect than when we were on our own. I'm not sure if that made any sense. Sorry. I do that sometimes. But you love me for it, so I know you'll forgive me for not making sense all of the time. Thanks for that, by the way.
Like I said, I'm not sure when/how/if I'll find you, but I hope that this "letter" makes you happy. I know that I get happy whenever I think of you, even though I don't know what you look like or sound like or dream of. Sometimes when I see cute couples at the grocery store, my author brain starts making up tons of little stories about you and how we will meet, what we'll name our future kids, whether or not your mom will like me, etc. I guess I just wanted to let you know that I already think of you, and I already love you.
So, until we meet, remember...
I love you.
Your Future Wife
