Refulgent

ONE AND ONLY

Dear future husband,

I've been thinking about how would be our perfect date. Well, I don't even know you yet, but I still love to daydream about you and all the lovely things we will do and live once our ways meet.

I would love, with all my heart, to sit with you on the sand of a beach in Porto Seguro, where I've got so many childhood memories. Simple, refulgent and cheerful memories.

We would eat some icecream — of course I'll choose strawberry — and cake. We would talk cheerfully about how God united our paths.

How pure will that will be. Naturally bright and ethereal, just like the love that bond us already, even thought we haven't even met yet.

The amount of money, petals of roses, wine or the price of a dish in some French restaurant won't be problems for us to sort out, because there wouldn't be any of these in my dream date.

We'll go back to the basics, to our childhood. Maybe we will be even able to hear the echoes of simpler days, when time went by slow and our feet couldn't touch the ground once we were in a chair.

We will lay in the warm sand eating our melting icecreams and cake, laughing about things once we were ashamed of. We will sigh in relief looking at each other eyes, so genuinely delighted to have finally found each other.

Our bond, so free of selfishness and immaturity, will strengthen our will to fight for a better e brighter world. We will be in the way of becoming one.

And I will look into your eyes, so in love with you and so thankful to God for you... and I will know that all the waiting had worth.

All the goodbyes I said, all the tears I shed, all the sacrifices that were required to me — I will know all of that was necessary and valid, for I will be by your side.

And by the Brazilian sea of my childhood I will hold your hand. By that time, all that cake and icecream will be over, and there will be just us and the violet dream skies upon our heads, a few stars and the sound of the waves singing in their language about how violently my heart will be beating for you.

And when all the stars come out, tinkling and looking down at us while admiring how beautiful love can possibly be, we will get up.

And we will slowly dance to that Elvis song, glad to know that our dance had finally started. Glad to can't help falling in love.

Oh dear, that dance will last forever. Galaxies will ignite, stars will born and perish, but our dance, our love, will break through the limits of time and space, lasting forever in the heart of God, even after out hearts turn off.

With love,
Your future wife.