A Letter to My Future Wife

My dear future wife,

I have waited a very long time for you. Longer than I imagined I would. I watched my friends find someone, become a pair of people in love and then break up. I saw others who became husband and wife.

My love, I have waited.

There were times when I wanted to just find a nice girl, begin dating and hope for the best. There were other times when I wanted to completely ignore finding a woman to love because it seemed like it would never happen. There were times when I wasn’t even sure that God had someone for me….

And then I found one precious girl. She was beautiful to me. Soon enough God whispered to me that it was not meant to be her. I was crushed. This girl, she was perfect! But God simply whispered and said he had someone better for me.

This happened multiple times. It wasn’t hard for me to believe that I may not ever find you. Every time I ran into another girl my desire only grew. It only became more and more difficult to move beyond each girl. But every single time God said she wasn’t the one. He had someone better for me.

And you know what? Now I’ve found you.

I will never be able to let you go. I will never want to let you go. I know that I will be able to fall asleep holding you in my arms. When we have children we’ll most likely embarrass them by being sweet. They’ll be grossed out, but I will never be able to stop myself from loving you.

When I finally find you, nothing, save God himself, will stop me from carrying you away on our wedding night.

Coming from my already undying love for you,

Your future husband

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