Dear Future Husband,

Hi! How are you? I hope you're doing well and living your life when you read this. Or if not, I still hope that you're okay and that you're on your way to make sure you stay that way for a long time. We don't want to be a burden to each other whenever we deal with something in our lives, right? Or at least... that's how I feel at the moment.

I can't recall the last time I wrote to you like this, if I'm being honest. I don't even remember why I stopped writing letters like this to you at some point. But does that matter? Maybe in some aspect, it does — at least for me. This is me writing to you — hoping that any of the letters I wrote to you would reach you in one way or another.

I can't say I miss you, as I've never even met you or held you or talked to you. But I know I long to be with you. In my mind, I could see us holding us and smiling at each other — with no prejudice and pretenses. Just pure unadulterated happiness that blossomed between us. In my mind, whenever I would write about my day in my journal, I can't keep myself from smiling as I write about you and me.

I want to write about you and me — about us together — as each day passes by. I've been itching to do that now that the 6th month of the year has started. Two more months and it'll be August — my birth month. I'll be turning 34 by then. For some, it was way past the marrying age. But given how my life is at the moment, as much as I want to say I don't give a damn care, I still can't help feeling as if something is missing in me. I know that a part of me realizes that it's you.

Even the young me who dreamed of such romantic love to exists in my life wanted that to happen. For now, maybe writing letters this way would ease that longing. Maybe it would never do that at all. But I'm still here waiting for that day that we can finally be together to come true. I don't know how it will happen. I think I shouldn't worry about that for now, right? I'm trusting the process. I think that's for the best.

Who knows how our story will unfold soon? In the meantime, let me meet you in my dreams, or even in my imagination, until a miracle finally bridges the gap between what is still fantasy for me and reality that would happen for the two of us to be together at last in some way.

Until then, stay healthy and be happy, okay?

Just here waiting,

Florence Joyce