Compilations of Daily Imaginations

To My Future Husband

"Sweetheart, I'm home!"

I am allergic to peanuts. It has been since I took my first step on this earth. My future husband has to know this. That will bring him one step closer to being perfect.

My perfect future husband will have the name Luke because that is my favourite name. He will also have a head full of hair and be a foot taller than myself. That really should not be a problem. He also needs to be fit and healthy with a trim body a proof.

He must also be very successful at his career whatever that may be as long as he is not a policeman, a fireman, a lawyer, an accountant, a dentist, a surgeon, a reporter, a rap artist or a graphic designer. Anything else is fine. A salary with six figures per month undeniably brings him a three steps forward to becoming perfect.

His middle name needs to be Confidence and his last name Power. He has to be a man who walks with confidence in his grateful stride. A man who is sure of what he wants and will not stop walking until he gets it. He must have the power of a Panda which is the ability to make people succumb to his every wish and fulfill his every whim and fancy. Pandas do that really well because they are really cute. They just literally melts your heart.

He must also shower me with luxuries every other day like roses, chocolates, high heels, dresses, and gowns and basically his credit cards. If he expects me to just sit at home and watch reruns of Keeping Up With The Kardashians, that places him five steps behind the not knowing of my peanut allergy. No, I need to be able to wake up everyday and have something glamorous on my agenda. Like brunch at the Hilton and tea in Bali. Private jets and helicopters of course. These are the things that keep me happy. and more importantly, happy wives do not kill their husbands.

He also has to make time for me like a trip off to the Caribbean during the weekend and maybe Paris every few months. Now would a husband be perfect if he leaves his wife out of his life? No, he most certainly would not be perfect. I fully expect him to share every detail of his life wiith me.

Communication

Extremely vital

So there we have it. A Greek god who is not only filthy rich and powerful but also one who succumb to my heart's desire and revolves his life only around mine. It does not get much better than that. He is truly a perfect husband. He is just not my perfect husband. That was snobby, upper east side, caviar eating lady who was speaking before this.

I solemnly do not care what my husband's name. I do not care if his abs are rock hard. As long as he can save me from lizards and spiders, he is the most powerful man on earth to me. My heart's desire to have his heart and soul. I may resort to murder if he is around me all the time.

My perfect future husband will love me even if I do not have slim thighs, can't cook to save a life and despise dressing up. He will show me how much he loves me by the look and sparkle in his eyes and how he kisses me even while I am scolding him.

"Goodnight beautiful"

Not Luke, not Adonis, not Greek god.

This man,

This man is my perfect future husband.