Dear Future Husband (or wife for my male readers):
I want to love and be loved in the most imperfect way. I snore, I hog the blanket, I like the fan on at night, I enjoy my sports, I’m moody in the morning, I need silence after work, I hate talking during any show/movie. I’m complicated, but who isn’t.
I am an imperfect being striving everyday trying to be better for myself first and make God happy. I’ve had trust issues, failed relationship(s), don’t believe in promises, seen broken relationships and somehow still think this whole “til death do us part” happily ever-after fairytale bullsh*t exist., because divorce ain’t it. Somehow I believe you are somewhere out there, waiting on me like I am for you.
-Your Future Wife