Put your hand over your chest. Do you feel that? That thump, thump,
thump? I know that you know it’s your heart, but do you know how much
I’m going to cherish it? I’ll treat it as if it were my own.. With the
utmost love and respect. I know words aren’t much without actions, but
just read the rest of this for me.
Perfection isn’t something I’m looking for. I expect you to have
bumps and bruises from your past because I do too. If you have trust
issues, I’ll be patient in the task of earning your trust. If you’ve
gone through a period where depression has enveloped your entire being, I
will kiss your scars and be thankful that you’re still here with me.
I’m not going to judge you on your past. Whatever happened before me is
only important to me for understanding how you’ve become YOU.
I want to learn everything there is to know about you. From the
inside out. Your fears, goals, desires, philosophical ideals..
Anything. I want to memorize the way you smile, the way your hair falls,
the glint in your eye when something excites or intrigues you.
You’ll surprise me everyday with something about yourself. Don’t
be ashamed or embarrassed to hold my hand in public. I want people to
know I’m so unbelievably proud that your mine. Somehow I must’ve gotten
lucky and had you put into my life.
But most of all I hope you don’t just want
something short term. I don’t intend to grow fond of someone and have
them rip the carpet out from underneath me again. It’s too painful for
me to go through again. Cherish my heart.
This letter isn’t perfect. It doesn’t sum every daydream and
fantasy I have of you. It’s a jumbled mess of me. I hope it makes you
smile. Just know, I cannot wait to wrap my arms around you for the first
time. To slide my fingers in between yours. To make you feel beautiful
every day of your life.
Until that time comes, I’ll be patiently waiting
for you and silently searching.