Monday, October 14, 2013

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: DEAR FUTURE WIFE

Dear Future Wife,

I found myself thinking about you today as I do everyday wondering where you are, what you’re thinking and what you’re doing. Not a day goes by that you do not cross my mind and I do not stop and say a prayer for you. I’m writing this letter to help you understand what I’ve been thinking and why. I know you’re out there somewhere because the very thought of you overwhelmed me with happiness as I anticipate your arrival into my life. I believe if I keep hoping, believing, and trusting God you will one day walk into my life and help me realize why it never worked out with anyone else. It was because that place was reserved specifically for you and you alone.

I often wonder what life would be like being with you and I Imagine how exciting it will be when you and I will meet for the first time and discover that we were meant to be.I have come to the conclusion that searching for you my soul mate is like finding that perfect seashell along the shore, there are many beautiful ones to choose from, but there is only one universe has selected for me.

Lastly, regardless of however long it takes, I will not give up hope until I find you and when I do I will know, because you will be the one that catches my eye and will make my heart joyful. When we do meet for the first time, you will know that it’s me, because I will be the one standing there holding a red rose to hand to you as a token of my love for you. I do this because I want to see your eyes light up and a smile come across your lovely face, as this will be the happiest day of my life and the one I have prayed, dreamed, and waited for.

Love,
Your Future Husband

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