**Dear Future Husband**

Dear future husband,
You don’t know me yet,
and that’s completely okay.
I see you in my dreams,
shy smiles and distant laughter,
in the spaces between thoughts,
where wishes gather like stars
on a clear night.
I wonder who you are—
if you share my love for rainy days,
the way the world slows down,
how cool drops dance on windowpanes,
turning ordinary moments
into something magical.
Do you see beauty there, too?
Tell me, good man,
what makes your heart race?
Is it the thrill of adventure,
the scent of fresh pages in a library,
or the taste of warm bread
just pulled from the oven?
Will we rant over coffee,
our words jumping like flames,
or sit in silence,
knowing the warmth
of comfortable friendship?
I want to be there for you,
to hold your hand
after a long day,
to carry your burdens
and to share my own,
like two strong branches
twisted together in the wind,
unbreakable, flexible.
I hope you’re kind,
not just to me,
but to the world around you.
I want to see you
find joy in small things—
a puppy's wagging tail,
sunsets painting the sky,
the laughter of friends,
the taste of a perfect slice of cake.
I promise to be real with you.
I’ll let you see both my heart
and pieces of my soul,
the glimmering parts and the cracked bits,
the laughter and tears,
all of it.
A puzzle made of memories,
experiences that shape us.
Let’s grow together,
in a dance that goes on,
finding rhythm in our hearts,
twirling in the chaos,
keeping each other grounded
when the world feels upside down.
Let’s be dreamers,
reaching for the same stars
we spotted back then,
the ones that made us believe
we could be something more
than just lonely figments
of our imaginations.
Dear future husband,
I hope you see me,
all my dreams, my fears,
the woman I am and will be,
and know that all my love
is waiting,
just waiting
to be shared.
So, come find me,
in a book, on a street,
or maybe in a quiet moment,
when the world fades away,
and it’s just you, and me,
hearts ready to unfold.