Saturday, November 19, 2011

Dear Future Boyfriend,

I can't say that I know exactly who you are, but I know that you're going to be just lovely. If you have fallen for me, and taken the time to show me that and asked me to be yours, I want to thank you. I want to thank you for being the person to change everything; the one I've been waiting for. I'm not sure if I'll have all the right words, or if I'll be able to explain to you what you have in for you, but I shall try my hardest.

I just want to hold your hand. I want to feel what it's like to walk through the city, your hand in mine, showing the passerby that we are together. I want to bite your lip when we kiss, so I can see what you like, and what you don't. If you could hold my cheek when we kiss, that would be enough for me to feel like I'm in a fairytale. I will not expect you to be the only one to impress, or romance, but I do hope that you can surprise me and enchant me. I will do for you what I expect you to do for me. I will place your favorite flowers on your car, and I hope it doesn't make you feel silly. Maybe you don't want to say you have a favorite flower, but I know you do. I will leave little post it notes around your room in hidden places, in books, in your underwear drawer, just so you're reminded of my admiration. I will show up at your house at 2 a.m just to tell you how handsome I think you are. Maybe then I'll leave, but maybe I won't.

If your hair looks nice on a Tuesday, I will make sure to tell you. I'm going to want to go on a picnic near the waterfalls, or anywhere really, with sandwiches that have been cut into the shape of a heart. After that, we can break out the nerf guns and have a war right there, in the park, in front of everyone. Actually, there are a lot of things that I want to do with you. I want to play lasertag with you, and kick your butt. I want to take you to my favorite restaurant. I really hope that you like it. I want to write you love letters and send them in the mail. I want to give you a balloon when you're feeling sad. I want to play Left 4 Dead 2 with you, because that's my favorite. I want to set up a plan for the Zombie apocalypse.

I want to buy you gifts that I think you'd enjoy, take you for coffee and then walk around in the snow, kiss you in the rain, put up a tent and sleep under the stars. I will listen to you when you want to rant. I am absolutely sure that we will fight at some point, but I will do everything that I can to try and work it out. I will probably tell you to leave me alone when I have cramps, even though I don't mean it entirely, but I've seen My Girl, so don't go looking for anything that I've lost, and stay away from any bees. I will attempt to make you soup when you're not feeling well, and I don't care if you do things that can be considered gross. I want to feel comfortable around you, so please, be the one to fart first. I really won't care, I promise, I'll actually be relieved. I feel comfortable with those I love, and I want that to be the same with you. I want to sit in a gazebo with you. I just do. I want you to help me fix my printer when it isn't working, because printers never work. I want to go to the drive-in in the beginning of November.

I might make you watch sappy movies, and maybe I'll make you go see Happy Feet Two with me. But I promise that I'll watch your action filled movies too, even if I'm falling asleep during them. I want us to read to each other, and laugh. I hope we always laugh. I can't wait to meet you. I want to see your eyes, and the way you smile. Do you have a smirk that goes to the side? I hope you wear Converse. If you don't, I think you now know what you're getting for Christmas. I hope to see you soon. I hope you're ready.

Always, your future girlfriend.

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