Hey you sweet thing,
To start off, please don’t laugh at this post nor the fact that I am writing this kind of ‘too girly’ or ‘too much sensitivity’ thing. It’s all because of you, because you haven’t shown up in this 26 years of my life.
Where in the world are you right now?
You know what, when someone writes an open letter to future significant other, that means she’s close to hopeless. And you know how bad it is when she asks “Where are you?” instead of “Who are you?”, that means she almost gives up on your existence and is thinking about adopting a cat, but she hates cats.
By calling you my significant other, it means you already know about my self, my principles, my life, ups and downs, dreams and family. Some parts of them are probably hard for you to deal with, but THANK YOU so much for staying in this imperfection, I owe you my life. Thank you for staying here even though it’s not always rainbow. I will give you all I have because nobody ever gave me that before, all the teams I’ve been in collapsed and raised white flags.
Just like you, I have a past. Some of it I wish I could undo. Maybe I fell in love too hastily, maybe I thought one of them could be you, maybe I thought I saw a future with them, maybe I was stupid, maybe I was fragile, maybe things happened for a reason that would lead me to you.
I don’t know when you will be reading this. Maybe you’re one of the people who read this on the day I posted this, maybe days after, maybe weeks and months after, or maybe years. Two years, three, five or ten. Whenever it is going to come for us to meet, I will punch you. What took you so long?? You can punch me back for the same reason, but please, not my face. I like my face.
If you’re someone I haven’t met in person or online, I wish you’re doing well. Surprise me.
If you’re someone I’ve met before somewhere, isn’t life funny?
If you’re someone I’ve crushed on… hmm really?? I thought all of you were already married or engaged.
If you’re someone who ever had a crush on me, I can’t wait to hear your stories.
If you’re someone I dated, it’s very unlikely for me to date exes, but if it’s meant to be, let’s forgive each other. There are two reasons why we’re getting back together:
- I’m hot
- I’m hot, I know.
- We both have come to realize something about people and life.
Oh, it’s three! Yeah, I’m still bad at math.
You could be someone I used to hate, or hated me, I don’t know who you would be. Just take care of your self, drive safe, eat healthy food because I want to spend the longest time I could do with you.
It sucks because it’s easier to find American fried chicken franchise than to find you, even though I’ve put my self on so many social media platforms, along with my phone number (because I sell crafts online).
If now I am looking at you reading this, it means I eventually made it. It may take a while for us to get there, but that’s okay as long as I know you exist and are not an alien.
Let’s get old and wrinkly together. Make fun of other people and each other. Tell me random stories. Have little fights then we apologize to each other. Watch good and lame movies. Raise kids. Do charity. Travel the world. Help each other grow.
This is not the first time I wrote to you, please write me back. If writing is not your thing, please simply show up. Before I am getting a cat.
Kisses, hugs, and punches,
Your 26 y.o Future Partner in Crime