DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND [ ZONAH ]

letter sixteen

june 20, 2016

dear future husband,

i'm. freaking. OUT!

literally, just sitting in my room smiling and crying. not sad tears, but happy tears. excited tears?

actually, i guess the tears are a little bit sad.

today, we celebrated fairity's first birthday. we went to the beach, because that's her favourite place to be.

it was all going well, and we decided to get ice cream. and that is when something incredible happened.

so basically, i got my cookie dough ice cream, because it's honestly the superior flavour, and i was waiting for everyone else to get theirs.

what do you do when you're waiting? you look around. and holy crap that was the best decision i've ever made because i saw a literal ANGEL!

do these letters sound too much like diary entries? honestly i don't care, these are my feelings:)

ANYWAYS

i saw an angel, a very TALL angel. i would assume he was six feet or taller, which makes me DROOL.

his hair was messy yet somehow perfect, the brunette strands falling perfectly into his eyes.

oh my god his EYES. they were somehow blue and brown at the same time? i literally swear i could get lost in them and stare right into his soul for hours on end.

his lips were so uGH, they were a perfect pink and they looked so kissable, i swear i almost grabbed his face and did it myself.

and when he caught my eye and smiled at me, i almost fainted on the spot. because his smile made me feel weak in the knees. and his perfectly straight and white teeth made me feel so self conscious. and his eyes crinkled up at the edges. and his cheeks were tinted a light pink, from either the sun, or catching a weird boy staring at him. although they probably didn't even compare to mine, i bet i looked like a freaking tomato:(

moving on,

his jawline was so smoothly strong and sharp, i could literally cut my finger on it. like holy shit.

he was also shirtless, which did not help my case. at all.

his body was literally SCULPTED PERFECTLY and i want to run my hands all over it and oh my god i should NOT BE writing this but i can't heLP IT.

so after a few very long seconds of us staring at each other, i decided to be a savage and go talk to him B)

but that didn't work out because a little girl grabbed his hand and dragged that man out of the shop.

all day, he was all i thought about. on the car ride home, i daydreamed about what it might be like to be wrapped in his arms, protected from the world.

is that creepy?

whatever, i don't care.

and now it's like super late, and i should be going to bed, but i can't get him out of my head.

i just reread this whole entry and i should be a poet, those descriptions were on point.

you know, i don't think i've ever experienced love at first sight until today. i've seen plenty of attractive boys but i've never felt the need to write them down on paper to tell you about. but this boy was really really different.

i think my wish came true, i think God finally answered my prayers.

i think he was you.

oh god if he was and i didn't get to talk to you, i might cry. what if that was my only chance to ever see you? i don't think i could handle not being able to ever see you again.

now i'm overthinking, i should really just go to bed.

goodnight, soulmate.

signed,

zachary dean herron xx