Dear future husband,

I do not know whether I’ve already met you or not. You could be the person I’m currently dating, you could be someone I’ve previously met, or maybe you’re someone else entirely. Someone who I have yet to meet. Whoever you are, there are some things you should know before you get yourself involved with me.

First, I’ve been through a lot. I’m only twenty years old, but I have dealt with so much in these short, twenty years. It’s made me a more mature person. It also means that I’m fragile. I’m sensitive. I cry whenever I feel any major emotion and sometimes overreact to silly situations. I can take jokes, but please be wary of how far you take that joke. However, though I may be fragile, I am strong. I know when I’m being taken advantage of and I will not put up with your shit. I’ll call you out when you’re being a big, fat idiot and if you hurt me I will not let you back in. I know when I need to get rid of people in my life and if you treat me like crap, you’ll be the first one to go.

I love with my whole heart. When I care about something or someone I throw my whole heart into loving that cause. I will always be there if you need me. I want to be the person you spill all of your secrets to. I want to be the first person that you tell when something great has happened in your life. I want to feel what you’re feeling. Let me be your diary and I will share in your emotion. If you are mad at Joe from work because he stole your sandwich, I’m mad at Joe from work too because I put a lot of hard work into making you that sandwich. Stupid Joe.

Your dreams are my dreams. Of course I have my dreams and you have yours, but regardless of what my dreams are, I will always support you as you pursue those dreams. As long as you support me while I pursue mine. I’ll be your biggest fan. I’ll always cheer you on, but I won’t be cheering from the sidelines. I’ll be right there in the middle of the field. I want you to achieve the goals that you set for yourself and I want to help you achieve those goals.

You’re probably going to be super cheesy. Out loud I’ll say that I hate it. Your pick-up lines are dumb and I’m absolutely sickened anytime you’re too lovey dovey. Honestly? I love it. My heart swells anytime you bring me flowers or write me a cheesy poem. I love the cheesy things you say to me so bring on the stupid pick-up lines and do all of the things that you want to do to show that you love me. I’ll complain about it and roll my eyes, but the smile on my face will show you just how much I actually appreciate it.

I can’t wait to build a future with you. I’m so excited for the day that we get to say “I do” in front of our friends and family. I’m excited to find that perfect dress for the occasion and to struggle with picking my bridesmaids. I’m excited to someday have children with you and be the perfect parents and to let them get spoiled by their grandparents. I want to grow old with you and be that couple that sits on their front porch in rocking chairs, waiting for our kids to bring their kids over. I want to be that couple that other couples look up to and aspire to be.

One last thing, when you’re falling in love with me, know that you’re not just falling in love with my outer layer. You’re falling in love with everything that makes up who I am. You’re falling in love with my insecurities, with my tendency to cry and with the weird snort that I occasionally do when I laugh. You’re falling in love with the fact that I turn everything into a musical. I sing everywhere I go. You’re falling in love with the way I bite my cheek when I’m stressed out and the way I talk too fast when I get excited. You’re falling in love with my anxiety and my depression. You’re falling in love with all of my little quirks and flaws. You’re falling in love with my body. You’re falling in love with my mind. You’re falling in love with my soul.