Dear Future Husband Part 3

Hello my dear,

You must be wondering as to why you are getting a third letter. Before I explain, I want to first say that I hope you are doing well. That you are taking care of your mind, body and soul. You need to love yourself before you can love another. I hope the sunrises make you smile, and the cold reminds you that you can feel. I know you’ve been waiting for me for a while and it seems like it’s taking too long. That while waiting you’ve faced hardships, heartbreaks, joy, and an endless wonder of where is your wife? Your better half to a very happy marriage.

That’s why I am writing you this third letter dear. Upon my waiting and hoping that a few I’ve dated were you, I came to realize I was wrong. That I still don’t know who you are or where you are. We are getting older and I had hoped of more children. I fear that won’t happen because you have yet to be found. Chandler has longed for a sibling. It would be nice to have that with someone whom would love Chandler as his own and want children in addition to.

Knowing you without ever meeting you, I know that you would be thrilled to be a part of that. Who knows, you could have already had children of your own. We know nothing about each other except the promises of what we wish to give to each other in a happy marriage.

So, why this third letter? This last relationship devastated me and Chandler. He was the first I let Chandler get attached to after leaving his father. We are healing in our own ways but it’s left me to realize that I can’t keep you waiting. You have a life to live and a world to embark upon. I’m broken with this new question of what is good? Who can be trusted with my heart and my child’s?

It seems like a mirror maze with no escape to say: that you are my future husband but I’ve given up. Sitting in the mirror maze deflated, lost and I look back at a reflection of someone I miss. I see many versions of me.

If I were to stand to find my way out it would seem hopeless: when at the end I would have you. That I could have all that I’ve waited for. To have affection, your time, love, devotion, shared faith, playfulness, and the desire to be the best man possible. My best friend to face all of life’s woes, and help raise the children. Not a perfect man but a man who appreciates what he’s been given, for the thought of tomorrow may not come.

I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. I made mistakes in this last relationship because of the lack of things not given, poor communication skills, and not giving the best of me. I know that my short comings from all of that does not define me or whom I can be with you but it has me wanting to protect you.

As the clock kept ticking, patience kept strong with each letter written, I envisioned who you are. I never thought about your looks because all the charm comes from the heart. You’ve been raised with good morals. You are a giver not a receiver. You think about others before yourself. You value how precious time is because of how blessed you are. You have many whom adore you and your gentle in all aspects. That’s the man I’ve been writing to.

This is farewell. No tux, no dress, no photographer to capture the memories. A beautiful masterpiece that I cannot give. Love does exist. Happy marriages do exist. You will find that and more. You will find your wife one day. Cherish her, be kind, be humble, pray over her and your marriage as I’m sure she will in return.

Embrace life living it to the fullest. Love with all your heart and know you are worth waiting for. One day you will look back and come to appreciate it all. The wisdom, lessons, tears, and most importantly seeing value in yourself, and in a healthy marriage.

I love you my once future husband. Go make some beautiful memories. Treasure it all as if thieves were coming each day to take it all away.

Warmest regards.