Wednesday, March 9, 2011

open letter to my love.

To my Soul Mate,

I hope this letter finds you well, and in good spirits... I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I don’t know where you are or what you are doing right now. I don’t know who you are or what your favorite color is, or scent, or dessert. I don’t know how old you are or what you look like when you smile or laugh or cry. I don’t know the touch of your lips or the feel of your warmth. I don’t know I don’t know anything about you, but yet we already know so much about each other.

I can see us on the couch with a plush blanket draped over us. My head is against your chest and I’m practically taking up the whole couch while you’re snuggled into the corner. I let you have control of the remote because we both enjoy the same cliché movies. Or we are in the car and you are driving. I have my bare feet against the dash and sunglasses that are four sizes too big for my face. The wind ruffles your hair and we laugh at some corny joke I make. Do you see that too? I hope you do.

We’ll fight, I’ll cry, you’ll wrap your arms around me. You will be the one person I know I cannot live without…until our children our born. Then I hope you do not get jealous when I cuddle with little Sadielyne instead of you. I hope instead you wrap your arms around us both and feel proud of your girls. I will record you teaching Kristofferson how to throw a baseball and all the times he accidently hits you in the face. We will spend our years together and never regret a moment.

You might be in the arms of another as I write this. You might think she is the only person you will ever need. But that is because you haven’t met me Though I will love others, please realize my half heart beats because you are out there, waiting for your other half. yet. I love you more than you know and I will until my last breath. One day, my love.

P.S. If you went out to buy me an arrangement of my favorite flowers, do you already know to come home with lilies?


  1. Seriously?
    In reference to missing my other half.

  2. bwhahaha.... oh those cliches got me all confusal'd