rheaashley:

A letter to my future fiance,

i want to marry you. all ___ (probable) pounds of you. my cooking is awesome, i am the least bit controlling, and make it an effort to wake you up with morning sex. for you i will make an attempt to be more demonstrative of my emotional nature. for you i will bite my tongue and concede when necessary. in the very same vein, i will fight with you when i am certain of my stance (because you could surely not love a spineless woman). I think that you are everything i ever and never wanted in a partner; molded into physical form and stumbled upon by my pure luck. i am in love with everything that you embody. every thought that runs through your head, every word you speak (including the ill ones). when you are upset, i have to almost fight with myself not to want to destroy or mutilate anyone or anything that has you feeling that way, myself included. the perceived flaws you have for yourself are additional attractive factors that do nothing but lure me further into the cave of immense HATRED FOR YOU BECAUSE SURELY YOU SHOULD BE CONDEMNED FOR MAKING ME FEEL THIS STRONGLY FOR YOU. Yes, i love you for understanding my inconsistency and that every day my mood is detrimental to how i will act when we interface. I love you for the way you know me because i am comfortable enough to be everything that is me around you (which is far more intimate than anything i could ever give anyone). I am sorry for the days i do not say the right things, for the times i seem to lack patience. i am regretful of not always doing what is appropriate and my constant indecision. yet i love you for comprehending that my indecision could be helped with your guidance. i want to be the nearest to great to you and with humility i will say that life with me will not always be easy, but i promise to be faithful and to always do (not just try). before i end this letter i will say that you must be partially insane to want to settle down with me and the difficulty that is me. so i’d like to thank you. thank you for taking all that is me, past and present, and for wanting to build a future with me. maybe we will travel lots. maybe we will have genius children with my eyes and high cheekbones, and your nose and lips. maybe we will be a couple that debates openly in front of said children and they turn out argumentative so much that other children then perceive them as know it all weirdos. maybe you will suffer a mid-life crises and think it rational to buy a rocketship (you wouldn’t get a porsche, you’re just not that conventional). maybe i will be the kind of woman that flirts too much and maybe you will be the kind of man that always has a liqueur cabinet full. maybe you won’t mind me smoking on the balcony. maybe i won’t mind you always in charge of the television and major decision making. maybe we will be overly competitive at golf with the Parkers. maybe you will be upset at my constant clothes and book buying. maybe i will forever be annoyed of your distaste for a certain asian cuisine. maybe we might be in love forever. i do know, however, that its you and me. and i’m more than elated/disgusted at that.

love,

me

p.s. i wrote this with the intention to check back to make sure you are entirely as i dreamed you. i wrote this with a man in mind. i wrote this with love.