Dear Mr. Melissa Blake:
Well, it’s almost the end of September back here in 2012. My cousin got married this past weekend, so I suppose it’s safe to say that I’ve had weddings and marriages on my mind more than usual these last few days. My realization? I want us to be each other’s first and last. Let me explain, Sweetpea.
I never really gave much thought to it before, but I don’t want you to have been married before we meet. Even if it was an Elvis-style Las Vegas wedding that was annulled the very next day or if you were married years ago, it’s all the same to me. It means the same to me. It means that you were married before me. And that, Sweetpea, is something I don’t want. At all.
Sure, I can see arguments from the other side of the spectrum. Being married before may help you mature and learn who you are and what exactly you want when it comes to love and life. Being married may also help you see what you don’t want in love and life. And maybe being married before would be good practice for when the real thing comes along.
I’m sorry, Sweetpea, but I just don’t buy those arguments. I want to be your only wife. I want to be the only woman who ever has the privilege of calling herself your wife. I never want there to be anyone else. And I don’t want there to be anyone else for me, either. That’s why I want more than anything for us to be each other’s firsts. Our first engagement story. Our first walk down the aisle. Our first wedding kiss. Our first honeymoon. Even our first fight as newlyweds.
I’m not sure if this is the utmost in selfishness or not, so a part of me is still wrestling with that. Is that selfish? Asking too much? Holding unrealistic expectations? Maybe it is, but then again, I want nothing but the best for us. That’s the way it should always be, don’t you think, Sweetpea? Until we meet… xoxo
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