Dear Future Husband,
I thought of you again.
I thought about how you'll look when you first wake up
next to me
in our warm bed.
I thought about how you'll smile at me
and I'll know that I am loved
I can not wait to feel loved
completely
for everything I am.
At the age of seventeen
I am so scared
that I am too much of a burden
that I talk too much
that my constantly moving mind is too much to handle.
But I know
that I will find you
and that I will be the luckiest girl on the planet.
I love you.
YOU ARE READING
Punching Bag on Pages
RandomIt's my own personal ranting journal, punching bag, and even diary. I do this to release stress, to freely express my opinions, and to just... talk.
