Dear Future Partner,
Can you hurry this up a bit? I've spent years collecting moments that keep ending with, "I can't wait to tell them this."
I want the kind of love where I will stop what I'm doing because you've walked into the room. Where I still lose my train of thought because you've smiled at me. Where I scream out, "Wait don't move," because the lights caught your face in that way it does, and I need a photo because you look so damn beautiful.
I hope we never stop fancying each other. I hope years from now, I still kiss you halfway through conversations, still reach for your hand because it's there. That I still look at you across the room and have ridiculous thought of "There they are, the person I somehow get to call mine."
When life gets ugly, don't ever think you have to become easier to love. Come to me angry, come to me exhausted, come to me with tears halfway down your face and words that don't quite exist yet. I would never ask you to be less. I want the kind of love where we'll know each other so well I'll notice the tiny shift in your smile before anyone else, you'll notice just when my last smile's just a little bit forced.
We'll become fluent in each other. Collect stories no one else will ever fully understand. I want private little worlds, inside jokes that start with one look, memories that don't need explaining. I want us to remember the taste of our first kiss, not because it was the best one, but because somehow after all those years, we're still trying to outdo it.
So dear future partner, I'm ready whenever you are, if you could show up soon so we can embrace this.
Sincerely,
A hopeful, not to be mistaken for desperate, lover girl
