Hello!
Do you have an ideal love letter?
Did you ever wrote one for your someone special?
If yes, what are things you said in the letter?
If no, what holds you back from doing so?
In all the honesty in the world, I've been single since birth so I haven't (yet) got the chance or a legitimate reason to write a love letter. But one day, an idea struck me...
What if I try writing a love letter?
I know this is kind of ridiculous prior to my zero percent experience in love but what I did is I visualized a situation just like the one with Eleanor and Park (you know that book? I seriously love the story).
And with that, here is my idea of a love letter...(I wrote every bit of it)
To my future boyfriend,
Hi. How are you?
I hope by this time, you are already asleep. You’re not supposed to stay awake late or else you’ll add up the bags under your eyes. But don’t worry, I will love you as much your professor loves to give you workloads…and I would love to see your innocent state while sleeping…to look at your lashes, lips and to hear your steady breathing...
It’s funny that you fell for me, right? I mean, who would fall in love with me…I’m not the ideal type at the first place. I am chubby, I have acne, thin hair, uneven skin tone, flat nose, wide forehead, big face, small boobs, rough hands, big ugly feet and a flat bottom. I don’t have the qualities the guy wants in a girl.
But I have this insatiable appetite for knowledge, art, movies, philosophy, photography and books. I don’t know how to use make-up…but I know how to use Photoshop, Premier and do a film review. I am not even the skirts, dresses and heels type of girl. In fact, I love wearing my worn out Chucks for a quick run to the mall.
These are the only things that I can give to you…and love of course. And along with love, is my trust, pain, passion, hatred, frustrations, joys and all. I cannot give you a piece of meat you can hold at night…but I can talk to you until the night turns to day. I can listen to your worries. I will be your sturdy shoulder when you just want to take that “I am strong” mask off.
I can share stories that will get you out of the boredom. I will sing or dance along with you if you want to. I will not laugh at you if you told me you like a Taylor Swift song or if you cried while watching a rom-com movie. I will go if you invite me to watch a play you’re starring. I will buy you boxer briefs if ever yours already has a bacon garter in it.
I will hold your hand while we’re walking. I will sometimes show my weak side just to show you how much I need your strength. I will cry in your chest because you wanted to be my rock. I will accept our dates that you always pay for because I know how much you planned for it. I am a strong woman…but for you, I will get weak. I will get weak so you’ll take care of me. I will be clumsy so you’ll reach out your arms for me. I will look like a damsel in distress because I want you to save me
…and I want to look soft because I want you see how much human you are to me.
My future boyfriend, I am an imperfect person and so are you. But my eyes were blocked by the mist---every fiber of your being, the good and the bad, is perfect to me. And with this, I am just asking you one thing.
Never. Let. Me. Go.
Even though I am boring. Even though I am nerdy. Even though I’m a bad kisser. Even though I’ll burn the eggs for breakfast or mess up the whole Christmas dinner. Give me the assurance that you’ll stay...
Sacrifice yourself. There’s a billion people in this world…but be the one to volunteer to love me.
Take the initiative. They don’t want to fill this space in my life. Take it. You don’t have any competition. It’s all yours for the taking. A bargain that nobody can see. A gem that is covered by mud. Let me be your partner in this world as if we’re the lab rats.
Do me a favor and never let me go.
And I, in return, promise that even though I have two eyes, two hands, two feet, two ears and two breasts…I only have one heart…and it will be given to you and only you.
Love,Your Girl
So, that's it! I hope you liked it :)
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