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AN OPEN LETTER TO MY FUTURE WIFE

 


Hello, Future Wife,

“Autumn leaves, turn to gold
We'll tread a path side-by-side
And form a link through our hands
For I'm yours and you are mine

I'll write your name on the bottom of my shoes
Just so you know that I'm yours to keep

I am listening to ‘Jordan Mackampa’s Yours to Keep’ as I write this piece. My wife; the title itself makes me nervous. Well, this is not a great way to start a letter now is it! I am anxious about this. On days like these when I juggle through social media apps and I happen to land on Instagram and see photos of cute couples, I tend to imagine the same will happen to yours truly over here.

I am awfully shy but I happen to have a vibrant face as I have been told a couple of times, and yes it did not make sense to me also. I also overthink and yes I know that this is not healthy but I still don’t know how to stop it. But then this is not about me but about you (my inner me is screaming and tightly hugging a pillow, why do I have a pillow in the first place).

We may or may not have met but I want you to know that I am here. That I have a phone number and a social life. I have a world – family, friends, hobbies, and interests – and I am looking towards the moments when our worlds shall meet; the moment when we get to open up our worlds to each other and grow together in life.

Weirdly enough I am looking forward to a time I’ll be able to be vulnerable with you and not get judged about it. The moment when I know the images set by society about life and love don’t matter when it comes to us. The moment when I’ll get to cross that line and hold your hand in public. Be able to walk side by side with you and not give a damn about the opinions of men.

I’d like to listen to you when you want to be heard. Give ear to your opinions and help you reach your goals. I’d like to help you find the light when everything seems dark around you. I’d like… I’d like… Words cannot explain the very ideas I have of how life will be when I finally get you.

Easier said than done, I know this but I want to try. Truth be told we might not see eye to eye all the time but I want you to know that I’ll never leave. I want to be a role model dad to our kids. Tell them stories of all our escapades; about how I swept you off your feet and we lived happily ever after.

I want to grow old and grey with you and still choose you again in our next life. I want to find my soulmate in you and we can walk in this life knowing we’ll always find each other no matter where we go. I want to show you my view of the world from my eyes and also get to see it from yours. I’d like to listen to you when you speak about all the things you are passionate about. I’d like… I’d like…

I know this may be too far-fetched because of the world, we are in but I’d like us to be each other’s peace in all the chaos. Be each other’s voice when the world wants to shut us up. Be each other’s strength when things get tough.

“I’ll write your name on the bottom of my shoes,

Just so you know that I'm yours to keep”

Till we get to meet, remember peace, love, and wait for me to be my future self.

Yours Truly,

Future Husband.


Comments

  1. I'm I not jealous of thy future wife..... I love your choice of words sir

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  2. I just wish i can be a future wife to such a future husband ❤

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  4. This is amazing.
    Am jealous of the future wife💖

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