I wrote this love letter to myself from the perspective of the man I'm gonna marry.
Psssst. Hello, hi!
My girl. Buckle up for some mushy shit.
We both know you’re a powerful woman (fucking duh), but there’s just something about saying “my girl.” I know you agree and are probably smiling to yourself reading that. I know you. And I couldn’t be happier.
Where do I even begin? You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. I would say “the most beautiful woman in the world,” but you’d playfully tell me that all women are beautiful. You’d tell me that everyone deserves to be “the most beautiful woman” or “the most beautiful person” to someone else. And while I wholeheartedly agree with you, I also feel like the luckiest human in the world that you’re my “most beautiful person.” I can’t imagine anyone else feeling a deeper love than I feel for you, and yet, I hope everyone gets to feel this.
I know I’m deserving of great love, and although I’ve always known I’d have it (just like you), it’s so surreal to have that I just know feeling. This is what we’ve been waiting for. This is what we’ve written about and held out for and gone to sleep hoping for on our best and worst nights. This is what so many people don’t hold out for, because they don’t think it exists. Damn it, that’s sad. But we fucking have it, baby.
We get to do life together. Holy fuck, WE GET TO DO LIFE TOGETHER. When I think about the beginning of us and all our conversations and laughs and shared stories and secrets and fears and dreams, I’m overcome with so much emotion, gratitude, and confidence. I’ve never been so sure of something in my life.
I know we both knew we’d have this eventually, but I also know the semi-secret fears we had. Just know that while I may not have all the answers to your questions, I’ll always have love. I’ll always give love. I’ll always be here to comfort you and give you space when need it. I never want you to lose the independence you’ve worked so hard to gain. I remember one of our early conversations about what we’re looking for and you told me how you have these big, existential questions that you know your significant other won’t have the answers to, but the person himself would be the answer. I want to be your answer. Every single day. I want to be your safe space. You can take care of yourself, and I can take care of myself, but we’re infinitely better together. I love that I’m able to make you feel beautiful and appreciated and got, and I’ll never get over how desired and understood you make me feel.
We are the luckiest.
I know not every day is going to bring tons of magic and excitement, but I promise you I’ll always look for the magic. I mean, I probably won’t have to look too far, because you’re magic, but you know what I mean. When things get stressful and when our sex life isn’t fireworks and lightning (like it is most of the time ;)) and when we’re not putting in all the effort we should be putting in, I promise we’ll find our way back to all that. We have everything we need. The foundation and the tools and the love and the mutual respect and trust and support and appreciation. We have it all. We’ve chosen each other, and we’ll choose each other every single day.
You are the cutest, kindest, most curious, inquisitive, goofy, insane human I’ve ever known. You don’t pretend to care about people and causes and activism to seem empathetic and kind. You are empathetic and kind. You give and give and give and you feel love and compassion in your bones. You don’t give in order to get, but you understand that you deserve to be the recipient of others’ giving. You know you’re worth, and that’s sexy as hell. I never want you to forget that I see you. Because, baby, I see you.
I see you when you want me to and when you don’t realize I do. And I love you at every stage, through every good mood and bad mood. You are the mom I’ve always hoped my children would have. You’re exactly who I want to become a grandparent with. I want to laugh with you and nap with you and make out with you and have wrinkly sex with you when we’re old and grey. You are my partner in hardships, happy times, and absolute shenanigans. You deserve to be surrounded by people who love life and you as deeply as you love life and yourself. However long forever is, I want to spend it making sure you never forget what it feels like to be loved endlessly. I want to love you in this life and beyond.
There’s so much more I could say, but I’d rather kiss you instead. So, let’s do that and maybe some other stuff, too.
All my love for you, always, ya silly goose.
[Whoever the f the one is]