I haven’t met you yet, and I’ll never send you this letter, because it’s really all about me, and if there’s anything my mom ever told me, it’s that the world doesn’t revolve around me…
But I hope you love me. I hope someday I’ll smile at you, and like a song, that smile will be stuck in your head. I hope you’ll find excuse after excuse to talk to me, I hope that none of those “tips on how to pick up woman” that I’ve read online work on you. I hope I don’t have say stupid boring things for you to notice me. I hope you smile a lot, I smile a lot. I hope we can laugh together, and have adventures of all sorts, even if that means just getting lost in a city like New York.
I hope you like my home and it become our home to have kids running in the yard. I hope we talk for hours, and I hope I can tell you anything. I hope you say my name a lot, and I hope you care about me. No one ever really cares, but I hope you do. I hope you’re nicer that my mom ever was to my dad. I hope you don’t leave me. I hope you don’t leave my crying at night, or turn my heart to stone. I hope you smile a lot and tell me secrets. I want our hugs to last forever, and I hope we take long walks “I love you” is the main topic.
No one ever asks what I want, or what I hope for when it comes to us, because there is no us. There’s just me, except in my world, there’s really just everyone else, but that’s okay because I think you’re out there.
I haven’t met you yet, but if I do, I would very much appreciate it if you fell in love with me… Who wouldn’t
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