A Letter to My Future Wife

I’ve been wanting to compile this for some time, and, much like the last post, don’t really have a good place to put it. In any case, here it is.


A letter to my future wife from your loving husband:

I miss you. Even though I have yet to meet you, I’m missing you right now. How I wish you were here. I want to talk to you right now about what’s bothering me. I want to hear you say how much you love me. I want to pick up the phone and call your number and just hear your voice. I want to hear you talk about what happened today, and ask me when I’ll be home. How I wish you could tell me right now that, despite my flaws, despite how broken I may think I am at the moment, you still love me and see me as your knight. I want to show you how much I love you, how you’re such a beautiful, lively, supportive, and caring person. I want to enjoy the unity of beliefs we have on issues that matter. I look forward to how we can discuss the most personal and private matters and not be worried about offending each other because we know well what the other believes. I long for your loving support when I’m feeling broken. I look forward to coming home to our family, and being there with you, taking care of them. I dream about our home and the memories we will make there. It’s almost as if you are here now, but not quite. But I know you are near, and soon we will meet, and no longer will we have to feel as alone as we do now. Soon. Maybe even tomorrow.