To My Future Husband

Dear Future Husband,

I do not think that I have met you, but there isn’t a single day that goes by without me thinking about you. Whenever I get a moment to tear myself away from my restless life I think of where you are and what you are doing. I wonder if you are smiling right now, I wonder if you are thinking about me. My mind wanders into silly places as I begin to imagine you with your current girlfriend. Or perhaps you are nursing an aching heart? Are you trying to shrug it off and put on a front in front of your boys so that they do not see you as weak? Do you miss her? Do you miss the way her hair fell upon her face and how her smile lit up the room? Will the pain she has brought you cause you to appreciate me more when I arrive. I really hope so.

You see, I always wonder if all of the awful things that have happened occurred to make me better suited for you. I figure that all of the heartache and poor choices will eventually lead me to something as glorious as your presence in my life. Maybe one day all of this struggle will carry me to where you are, wherever you are. I can promise you this, I will always appreciate you and who you are. I will appreciate your work ethic, your effort, your care towards me, your unconditional love, and even the times that you do not quite get it right. I will forgive you for forgetting our anniversary, for not picking up the milk like I asked, for leaving the toilet seat up, and even for pulling the covers off of me when we sleep. I promise you, even if I seem my most annoyed I still love you. Sitting here without you now I understand that it’s not the best place to be. I take a mental photograph of how this feels and take it out whenever I am angry at you. I want to remember what it was like to be without you.

Let me tell you about how silly I am going to look when I meet you. I probably will meet you in a place where I least expect. I will be down on my luck, life will not seem fair, and it will feel as if it will never get any better. I will be racing and juggling agendas like I usually do, trying everything just to forget you for one single moment so that I can finally breathe. Perhaps I will be a successful businesswoman, perhaps not. Perhaps I just began my first day on the job of my dreams, perhaps I just got fired. Maybe I will walk into a filled classroom with my computer under my arm and a cup of morning coffee in my hand. Maybe it will be a warm summer day, maybe it will be a blizzard in January. I cannot really tell you the critical details, and I am so very sorry for that. I wish I knew just how it would happen. Fortunately, God will never let me know until it’s the right time for us both to meet. He wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise for us. I promise you just like he promises you, it will be a day we will never forget. I apologize ahead of time if my hair is a disaster and my make-up is a mess. Oh, and I am also quite sorry if my jeans are torn or if I just woke up on your roommate’s couch from a wild night of partying and I lost my pants. Really, I apologize in advance. Do not let this behavior tarnish your opinion of me. I am usually quite mellow.

Oh, and sorry if I make a fool of myself in front of your parents. I probably will. Also, about that inappropriate joke I told your mother… be grateful I didn’t get to the punch line. Here’s a hint: it involved a donkey, a priest, and a candlestick. You connect the dots.

Please accept all of my flaws and imperfections. Please understand why I fight so hard to keep you around. It’s only because I have never felt this good before. I have never felt that there is something there for me to fight so mercilessly for. There has never been a day in my life when the colors were this sharp, the sun shone this bright, the sound of music delighted me this much, food tasted this sweet, the sky was a shade of the clearest blue, and the stars were finally aligned just for us. I can also tell you now that I have never had this intimate a feeling for anybody but yourself, not once. Not ever. Never again. I am all yours, and that means even the not-so-great stuff. I am a work in progress from today until the moment of my death. I promise to be an over-achiever when it comes to you and I, and together we will achieve great things. Together until the very end, okay? When others have prayed for money, infamy, success, knowledge, beauty, power; I asked God only for you. That is why I fight so hard for you. You’re my blessing.

There will be days when I am angry at you. There will be days when I show jealousy. Those days will come and go and I will always remember the good things about you. The things that I have fallen in love with.

So today as you sit where you are, as you do what you do, please remember; I am here, and I love you already. This day in May all I can think about is you as I dedicate this letter, which is the beginning of a series of letters I am certain, for you. I miss you and I haven’t even met you.

On the road to me I hope you travel safely.

See you soon,

Olya

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