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Dear Future Husband,


I can’t wait till I meet you. I have imagined every possible scenario of our meeting in my head. I haven’t met you, but I already love you. Please be gentle. Don’t yell. I’m fragile and easily broken. I’ve had to glue myself back together and the glue is weak. I cry very easily. Comfort me when I do, don’t yell at me for it. My dad has already done that enough to last a lifetime. Please don’t make fun of my fears. I’m scared of the silliest things, like bugs. But..I’m also afraid of love. Any kind of love. It took me nearly five years to say ‘I love you’ to my best friends. I can’t help it. I’ll be hesitant at the beginning and even the middle of our relationship. I’ve seen what finding the wrong one does. I’ve watched my parents argue day after day. And if you ever pick up a bottle of beer or whiskey, just know that I will leave you right then and there. My father was a drunk. I don’t want a husband who is addicted that poison. I want you to put God before everything, even me. I just want you to be everything to me that my dad wasn’t to my mom. I don’t want you to scream and yell at me. I want you to realize when I’m on the verge of breaking. I know the perfect marriage doesn’t exist, but I want ours to be as close as it can get. I honestly want the little fights. I don’t want the big ones, but the small ones. I love you now. I’ll love you then. I’ll love you forever. I love you.