Dear Future Husband, I hope you read this someday. (2)
Love,
I really hope you’re saner than I am. Let me tell you why. I have my final year project due on Monday (in 2 days’ time), and here I am, talking about my birthday dinner with my friends—with less than ₦2k in my account. But God will run it, right?
Speaking of birthdays, I remember telling myself that I’d be in a relationship before my next one. Well, that’s in a month, and I still don’t think I’ve met you yet. Not that I’m in a rush or anything — like I said in my last letter, take your time. It’s just that I miss you sometimes, and the thought of the fact that I’ll meet you one day makes me happy.
To be honest, the past two weeks have been the worst for me, and I wish you were here so I could talk to you about it. It’s not that I don’t have people around who are willing to listen, but sometimes I just don’t feel comfortable enough to open up to them about this part of my life. When we finally meet, I hope I feel comfortable sharing everything with you. It might take a while, but I know you’ll be patient with me.
There’s something comforting about knowing that you’re out there, living your life, maybe going through similar thoughts, or maybe not. I imagine you to be a focused person, maybe stressing over work, school, or something entirely different. It’s funny, really—how we’re both going about our own separate lives, yet somehow, the universe is leading us toward each other.
I wonder what you’ll think of me when we finally meet. Will you laugh when you read about how I was more focused on my birthday plans than my project? Will you smile when you also read that I wrote my last letter to you when I was supposed to be reading for my exams? Or will you shake your head when I tell you that thinking about you when I’m going through chaotic moments gives me some sort of peace? See, I’m already a finished woman for you, and we’ve not even met yet.
You see, I’m not just waiting around for you. I’m living, working towards my goals, and sometimes stumbling along the way. But even in the midst of everything, I find myself thinking about you. I wonder what you’re like, what you’re doing, and how we’ll fit into each other’s lives. It’s strange to miss or even think about someone you’ve never met, but I guess that’s how you know the connection is real, even before it begins.
I’m currently listening to “I go nowhere” by Dwin the Stoic. When we eventually meet, I hope we make it a tradition to attend Dwin the Stoic’s concerts. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you fall in love with his music.
I can’t wait for the time when we’ll get married, have beautiful little kids together and make them into fine men and women who will grow up believing in love when they see their parents so much into each other, even after so many years.
We will hold hands and cuddle while we go to sleep. We will take dance classes together, we will have dinner dates and we will never stop loving each other. I will love you forever. We’ll be a part of each other.
So, for now, I’ll keep working towards achieving my dreams — as I should, knowing that one day, when the time is right, you’ll walk into my life. Until then, I’ll hold onto the hope that the wait will be worth it and that when we finally find each other, everything will click.
Stay safe out there, and don’t worry — God will run it for both of us.
With anticipation,
Your Hopeless Romantic.
If you enjoyed this, I wrote another letter to my future husband and you can read it here ❤️
