21 Ontario/Anywhere, “Dear Future husband,”

Dear future husband,

This letter is most possibly the cheesiest thing I will ever write. I don't lack that self-awareness, trust me, and I know jotting down phantom messages to a one-day ghost is an odd thing to get up to in one's spare time.

But, I have an overwhelming desire at this moment to do so anyways.

And from that, the most present question at the forefront of your mind, depending on the time in our history you actually stumble upon these words, is probably "what ever could have prompted this?" That, or questioning in this moment why you agreed to marry me in the first place. But alas! That answer if simple:

Because I want to put it out there. Need to put it out there. To solidify to myself, the the stars, to whatever oddly cosmic forces there may be (Cthulu, holla' back pls) that these words, or more aptly what they mean has come true, will one day find you.

And for that, it's selfish. Entirely selfish. Because I want to believe that they will more than anything.

So, hi.

You don't know me yet, and I don't know you, but one day we're going to be more than best friends. How odd, right? Because right now we're total strangers, faceless and nameless and unfamiliar, but one day we'll be holding hands through ups and downs, we'll be that type of naked comfortably laid bare in bed on lazy days, I'll know what you dressed up as on Halloween when you were six years old, if roller coasters make you scream, do you crinkle your nose when you smile, the reason for that odd little scar, the feeling you get when you think about space. I am so fortunate, I'll know as I write this, because one day I will get to learn all these things that make you up for the very first time. And fall in love.

But we're not there yet.