I look forward to texting you back and forth sharing our big wins, venting about work, exchanging memes, and learning the minute details of your day which may be trivial but signify a willingness to make me a part of every aspect of your life.
I look forward to thr memories we're going to capture, the date night pictures and boomerangs, the documented weekend aways, the video snippets of me kissing you on the cheek, and the activity date content. More importantly, I look forward to the moments we're going to be so immersed in that we'll forget to capture.
I look forward to the day I go out of my way to accommodate you in my space. Whether in the form of allocating you a shelf in my bedroom cupboard, setting up an additional work from home station, or stocking up my fridge with lactose-free milk and/or gluten-free bread.
I look forward to the excitement of planning your birthday and the pressure of making each year better than the last. In the same breath, I look forward to the anxiety of wondering what you have in store for me.
I long for the day when I just want to do life with you, when it feels criminal buying a festival ticket for one. When my Sundays are dedicated to spending time with you, and God, if we are able to find some middle ground on religion. When we aren't afraid to let the world know about us in a dating culture that encourages hiding your partner.
That said, when the day comes when the sight of me doesn't excite you anymore, when my touch sends the wrong shivers down your spine, when my morning breath becomes unbearable, when our calls feel 'boring', when my 'how are you' texts feel like small talk, and when my cooking tastes average, I pray you find the courage to end things. If not for you, then for the poor soul that will interpret your detachment as a call to try harder/do more.
This is as pure as it can be🙌
ReplyDeleteDear future lover,
ReplyDeleteI long for days when we come home to rest in each other's arms and exhale from the world.