Monday, October 14, 2013

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE

Dear Soulmate,

I have been alone for quite some time. In the past I have given my heart out on a silver platter to those whom I felt I could trust and love, but only to have it handed back to me postage due in a wrinkled brown paper bag. It has been praying to God to help me to meet my future bride and wife to be and fall in love, get married, and start a life together. I would like a woman who will stimulate my intellect and intrigue my heart. I would like a woman who’s down to earth and knows who she is and does not have to put on airs to be something she is not.

A woman who’s inner beauty overshadows what’s on the outside and who carries herself like a lady at all times. I am not seeking perfection, I desire a strong and confident woman not a similarity, but the real thing. For far too long I have been fooled into thinking that the ones I gave my heart too were the real thing, but in actuality they were only imitations of what I desired and in the process my heart was broken, and this is why my heart desperately seeks realness.

I am seeking a woman who will love me for me and not what I have or don’t have. To be there by my side through the good or the bad, depending upon what I am facing at the moment. I want to know that regardless of what I am going through she will always be there for me mentally, spiritually, and physically as I will be there for her. Just knowing this will means the world to me.

Lastly, a woman with these qualities, I will be proud and honored to call her my wife and have her by my side. When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with that special someone, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. I am waiting patiently for you.

Love,
Your Future Husband

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