Notes To You

Note To Husbando

Dear Husbando,

I knew this would have to be written sooner or later. I've been avoiding this one because I know you will see it, and I'm not gonna say the right things in the right way. I'm terrified to disappoint you. I'm scared not to say the right words. I'm scared that you say that I'm your friend, your waifu, but anxiety makes me look back and think that someone like you is to good to be true. Someone as perfect as you are for me is just a lie. Only because that is how it has always been. I find these people that I think are so perfect for me, and they end up being completely toxic and ruin everything for me. You can tell me a million times that you would never do that, but I will always have that inkling feeling because of the people who hurt me.

Wait, was that too honest? I don't mean to say stuff like that sometimes, but we both have walls. Walls that slowly strip away from each other. You have seen me, not at my worst, and not at my best. You haven't seen the storm, and you haven't seen the rainbow. I know that I can trust you though when it comes to either points though. I'm crying as I write this right now, because I love you. So. Goddamn. Much. I think of all the memories we have together, like staying up till 6 in the morning in Cuba, from just talking. I remember when all 3 of us girls snuggled together on the last night because that was the minute that she hurt all of us, because she hurt you. You were my last straw. Maybe I could have forgiven her for anything else she had done, but everything she did to you just couldn't cut it anymore.

You are my world, my other half, my MJ to my Spiderman, my absolute everything.

The amount of times I have gone over and over and over this thing is insane. I want everything to be perfect for you because you deserve perfection.

I don't think you understand how much I love you, or even missed you when you were away from work. It killed me to go to work everyday and know that you wouldn't be there. I had hoped to god that maybe just once for even a few minutes you would come see me, but I knew it wouldn't happen. You were in so much pain that you couldn't even get out of bed.

But when I came to work last week, and heard your voice, it was almost like meeting you for the first time again. Seeing you after two weeks was like seeing that family relative that you hadn't seen since you were a baby. It was familiar, refreshing, and homely. Homely because ever since that party we went to together, we haven't been separated. There were no walls, or doors to suffocate us, but only each other to keep us from flying off the ground.

Without you, I'm just a person without a heart because you are my heart.

We're just a brunette and a blonde with an unbreakable bond. I love you, Husbando.

Yours truly,

Waifu