The Story of My Life :P

The Actual Letter

WARNING: Ooey-gooey, cheesy, corny, lovey-dovey romance is included.

            My love for you burns deep inside my soul, even though we have yet to meet. I have kept myself whole and untainted so that when we gaze into each other’s eyes for the first time, you find no romantic fault in me. I believe that God has preordained you for me, and me for you, to be united together in love for eternity. I know that no other man will be as perfect a match as you. For this reason, I have determined that I need no other romance to satisfy me. Patiently I wait for the day when we find each other and hold one another; I know that my waiting is worth true love.

            In my imagination, we meet on a starry night. The full moon soars high above the treetops, which blanket the forest like newly fallen snow. The air is cool and crisp. Under my feet, the tall grass sways in the gentle breeze, brushing my ankles. The forest floor is dotted with flowers of vibrant hues, and their fragrance carries on the soft night wind. My hair is braided with gold ribbons down my back, and my head is crowned with a wreath of flowers. All this is bathed in fairy light, and the petite creatures sing a magic chorus with elegant intertwining harmonies. As they take up their song, you emerge from amidst the pines and hop across the swift, rocky creek that slithers through the forest. You extend your hand and offer me a dance. Together for the first time, knowing somehow that we were meant for each other, we dance to the song in the fairy light in the peaceful, secluded woods. This is what I see when I imagine our meeting.

Of course I know that this is impossible. When we first meet, I doubt I’ll have any inkling that we’re meant for each other, and it will most likely be in a civilized place without any fairies. That does not mean that our meeting will be any less magical. We could meet at the DMV and I would still look back on it as the most magical day of my existence, because you were there for the first time. I know that when I meet you, my life will be changed forever, and I hope that it will be for the better. To have someone to love, to trust, someone with whom I can share memories of both joy and tears, is what I long for. I eagerly await our union.

            The bliss of trust has eluded me all my days. Never have I truly trusted anyone with my heart, or with my soul. I have a deep fear of broken trust, of being let down, torn down, scorned, and laughed at for my emotions. Because of this, I frequently hold my tongue, sometimes even when it might be better for me to speak up. This fear ingrained in my mind tortures me; the fear of derision constantly picks at my ability to discern whether or not to express my opinions. With you, however, this problem will not exist. I know that I will be able to trust you with my life. When we are together, I will finally have someone to share all of my thoughts and opinions with, and someone to hear new thoughts and opinions from. I know that with you the words of my heart are safe, and that my opinions would not make you love me any less. My dearest love, it is my hope that you might trust me as I would trust you. Our relationship will rely on mutual trust, and if we do trust each other as surely as the sun rises in the east, then no obstacle we encounter will be too great for us.

Now I wait for you. Until we meet, I resist temptation, holding myself back for you. I continue to imagine our impossible meeting, fully aware that it will be better in reality because you’ll be there, and I long for the trusting relationship I know we can form. My dear, my love, my heart and my soul belong forever to you, who the Lord has handpicked for me. I wait for you, my one and only romance. I love you.