Letters To My Future Husband: Letter #177.

Dear Mr. Melissa Blake:

Ack! I know it’s been quite awhile since I last wrote to you, and for that, I am truly sorry. It’s not as if I haven’t been thinking about you, though, because I have been — and yes, I know that does sound a bit creepy, but seriously, I mean it in the least creepy way possible. I promise.

Anyway, it’s February 1st, and you know what that means, don’t you? The month of love and hearts and flowers and chocolate and waiting for that little guy named Cupid to make a visit with his little arrow. I’m primed and ready for that arrow, as you can probably imagine, but at least I’ll have that box of chocolates as a consolation prize if Cupid somehow runs out of those arrows.

But that certainly doesn’t mean that I’m not excited to meet you, because I am. I’m VERY excited. A couple weeks ago, I came across the above quote that really spoke to me — isn’t it amazing how just one paragraph can encapsulate everything you’re feeling or everything you want to say but just can’t seem to find the right words to say them? Well, this quote about did it for me, and naturally, I proceeded to become one melting puddle of feels — do the hip cats still use the term ‘feels’ in the future? The words and the sentences practically jump right off the screen and right into your heart — that’s how much you identify with it. It describes your life perfectly and in ways you never thought possible before. It’s sort of like that light bulb feeling, I suppose. You know, it’s like a light bulb finally went off over your head and things finally clicked the way they were supposed to.

What kind of love do I want? What kind is going to make me the happiest in life? And, how will I know when I’ve found it — that moment when I can say, at last, that, “YES, this is it. I’ve found it. I’ve found home”? It seems like everyone likes to talk about the qualities they look for in another person — they want someone who is funny, sweet, handsome, hard-working, likes to get bagels for Sunday brunch and reads 18th Century French poetry fluently. Sure, I’ve had my list or two once upon a time, and of course those things do have their place.

But in the grand scheme of things, what about the simpler things in life? Shouldn’t those have an equal position in the Game of Love too? Things like being someone’s safe landing place, the place where they can let their guard down and not be afraid to be themselves. If you ask me, being someone’s soft and cozy blanket is the ultimate; it makes everything look superficial in comparison. There’s power in making someone feel safe and feeling safe in someone else’s arms, and I can’t help but feel like people are too quick to dismiss that power sometimes. I mean, if you don’t have that connection — that safe, tight connection — then what exactly do you really have in the end? A few similar hobbies in common? Not so sure that you can build a lasting, loving relationship on that. For me, at least, it’s all about the deep-down emotional connection, and how much more emotion does being someone’s ‘home’ get?

Plus, I suppose it goes without saying that you have to get to know yourself pretty well before you can even begin to figure out what you can give to another person. So, Sweetpea, I hope you’ll always know that I will be your safe place, whenever you need me. I’ll be there, just as I know you’ll always be there for me. Tell me your secrets, your fears, your dreams and even your embarrassing nightmares, and I promise to listen. Always. Until we meet… xoxo

[Bottom photo via We Heart It]