Dear Future Husband,
I should start off by saying that this is not some lovey dovey letter about how I can't wait to meet you and how my life won't be complete until I do. This is not a call out to you, no batman symbol shining through the darkest night. And our love will probably not include kissing in the rain (because I hate the rain) and it probably won't include dancing around the kitchen in our underwear while our food burns on the stove (because I'm clumsy, one of us will probably get hurt, and burnt food is wasted food). But, this is a letter to you, whomever you are, from just your average girl.
Statistically, we've already met. Knowingly or not, I've probably verbally assaulted you in some way or made you think that I hate you at some point in your existence. I promise, and you will learn, that this really means that I love you. When we fall in love, I will fall much slower than you're probably used to. It's taken years of mistreatment and abuse to build up these walls, guarded by barbed wire fence and women with guns (because I'm a feminist), and it will take more than just a nice date and an amazing kiss to break them down. And I promise, if you take the time to chip away at these walls, you will deserve what's behind them.
And when I do love you and realize it, I promise that you will know. I promise to laugh at your jokes, even if they aren't funny, as long as you promise to hold me while I cry over my favorite book character's death. I promise to accept you, even if you don't like the Rangers, even if this is really a poor judgment call on your part. I promise to love you in a way that only we will ever understand and if we ever have kids, a love they'll learn to look for when they're mature enough.
But I also promise you that loving me will not be easy. We will not have the kind of movie scene love where we fall apart and come back together. You're either in or you're out. I will put in the same effort that you do and our life together will show for it. I am not a huge fan of compromise and I will never compromise my career for you. Instead, I ask that you hold me when the pressure gets too much, stand beside me at my best (and at my worst), and support me through my crazy journey through life and I will do the same for you.
I am not a housewife and you will need to accept that. If you don't know how to cook, I'll teach you. If you don't know how to clean, we'll just have to hire a maid because I'm bad at that too. I will keep you up at night while reading my favorite book and wake you up early to tell you all about the crazy dream I had. I will not be a blushing bride and I would bet money that I'm late to our wedding because I was hungry and needed to make a food stop.
But most importantly, I will do my very best to be the very best friend you've ever had.
Love,
Your Future Wife (who's in no rush, so take your time. You get brownie points for bringing me mac and cheese, or even brownies.)