Dear Future Wife...#681

It’s me, your future wife… you’ve finally found me. You’re usually the one who writes these, but I asked if I could take over this one, to try my best and return the feelings that run through my mind and body when I get to read these entries that are about me and us.

It’s beyond comforting and absolutely incredible to know I’ve finally met the one that I will soon be engaged to. The one who I will buy my first house with. The one who I will be looking right in the eyes when I say ‘I do’. The one who I will build a little family with. The one who, 20, 25, 30+ years down the road will still be standing by my side. You’re the one who I know I will always love unconditionally with every part of my being, and who will, without hesitation, dish it right back out to me.

This brings us to last night, when we were at one of your best friends weddings. I was watching you up on stage, standing on the side of the bride. Listening to their silly, yet adorable vows… I glance over at you to see you getting teary because it’s so beautiful what they have as a couple, and then as I’m looking at you, you turn to find me in the audience, and we lock eyes. I knew, right then, right there, that we were both picturing our wedding. What our vows would be, who would cry the most, all of it. Last night was amazing, our first real experience at a friend’s wedding. We laughed a ton, you held me close, introduced me to all your friends, you were just so proud to have me there. But my most favorite part of last night was you dancing. It was something new, we’ve never danced together before. You always told me you couldn’t dance… well my love, that was not accurate. You… you can surely dance just fine in my books.

Believe it or not, just when I think I can’t possibly love you anymore than I already do, something so simple as seeing you dance, and us dancing together and just clicking the way we did last night, just feeling so free, I fell even more in love with you if you could believe that.

With all this being said, I guess what I’m trying to say is… you’re the one for me. You, my love, are absolutely everything and more that I could possibly have asked for. I want you… I want you for today, I want you for next month, I want you the rest of my life and even after that if it’s possible. You complete me in every way imaginable, I’ve never been so incredibly happy and wanted anything as bad as having you with me for the long run.

I hope you experience the feelings I feel when I read these entries. This one is for you.

Love you more than you know,

-Your Future Wife

anonymous asked:

I spend my days daydreaming about my future wife: if I know her, if soulmates exist, if my life might someday be as happy as I dream, and what our children will look like My entire life consists of me meeting or seeing a pretty girl, wondering if she'll be the one I get to spend forever with.


I don’t know how, but Moron-El managed to be worse person than Finn from Glee. The scene when he said “I was protecting your honor” rubbed me in the wrong way, it was just like the scene when Finn beat Brody and said “Stay way from my future wife”. Like dude, grow the fuck up, she is a woman of her own, you aren’t protecting her, you were protecting your ego because you are mad cause she can live without you, you are completely dispensable, like a dirty toilet paper. 

Originally posted by fael811

Dear Future Wife,

Please know that you’ll have me wrapped around your little finger. I’ll give up the last slice of pizza, the last piece of gum, and the last deep-fried wonton – to you, and you alone.
You’ll also get my jacket when it’s cold, and when it’s so hot that the backs of our legs are sticking to plastic chairs, I’ll share my last chilled beer with you.

When you’re tired and haven’t slept well, I’ll let you sleep in while I get the kids up and ready for the day. I’ll rub your back when you’re stressed, and make your favorite meal for no reason at all.
I promise to never watch a new episode of our favorite TV show without you, and that you’ll never have to ask me twice for a cuddle.


Dear future girlfriend,

I promise to hold your hand through all your hard times, even though it’ll be hard for me to watch you go through it. I’ll love you even when I’m mad at you and I’ll kiss your forehead and listen to your words even when you slurring them, drunk and make no sense. We’ll get into stupid fights over ridiculous things and I’ll be a stubborn asshole but I promise to admit that I’m wrong when I am and hold you when tears are streaming down your cheeks in rivers of sadness, and tell you that it’s going to be okay. I’ll be there for you when you’ve just watched a scary movie and don’t want to sleep alone.. heck, I’ll even watch the movie with you. I’ll be right at the end of the phone for when you want to tell someone how awesome your day was and I’ll be right there when you’re lonely and want someone to cuddle with and watch Netflix. I’ll bring you up breakfast in bed when you’re too tired to move but too hungry to go back to sleep. I’ll be right by your side to remind how beautiful you are to me every single day and when nothing seems to be going right in your life, I’ll be there to give you a long, tight hug. I’ll try my best to make sure that you don’t feel the weight of the world on your shoulders, and even if I’m halfway across the world, I’ll make sure that you feel the weight of my love more. When you fight with one of your parents, I’ll help you sort it out because you take after both of them far too much and if they had not given you life then I would be without you. We’ll go to a train station and get a ticket to a random place and spend the day exploring every corner of that location. I’ll be a sarcastic little shit, and take our banter to a next level, you’ll playfully hit me and I’ll tell you that I love you and steal a kiss before you can say anything else. I’ll fight my way through my shipmates to make sure that I’m one of the first people off of the gangway so I can be one bit closer to you. I’ll skype or facetime you whenever I get the chance, or if none of those are working then a phone call or text will simply have to suffice, but I will make sure that whether I’m out in the Gulf, or in port at Birkenhead or Falmouth, you will know just how much I am in love with you. Whether it’s the best day that you’ve had or your worst, I’ll always be there for you. I promise to love you through it all.

Honestly? I can’t wait to have kids.
I can’t wait to watch my wife try and slowly manipulate her glowing body out of my car as we make our way to the ultra sound appointment.
I can’t wait to pull a small piece of paper out of my pocket that has about 300 questions I have to ask our doctor.
I can’t wait until the doctor tells me google exists and I will be just fine.
I can’t wait to stand in the book store carrying more “how to” books than necessary to the cash register. Looking both bewildered and enamoured as my wife shakes her head with embarrassment at my intense excitement.
I can’t wait to hear her tired voice ask me for Pringles and peanut butter.
I can’t wait to be laying on her belly and feel a small foot on the side of my head.
I can’t wait to see my beautiful wife standing in the mirror rubbing me stomach slightly concerned.
I can’t wait to reach my hands around and pull her in tight and whisper how utterly stunning she is. How unbelievably lucky I am. How unbelievably lucky our “little guy is.”
I can’t wait to discuss who’s genes you’re going to get. Argue over who’s nose we hope you have.
I can’t wait to hear the “it’s time.”
I can’t wait to be next to her, holding her hand. I know she’ll tell me she can’t do it. But I damn well know she can. She will be the strongest bravest person I know.
I can’t wait to hear your cries as you breath into this world.
I can’t wait to look down at my wife, exhausting, but glowing. She’ll be looking at you. But I’ll be looking at the two of you. No moment will ever match this. No moment will ever feel so accomplishing. So important. As to when I see my family together for the first time.
Honestly? I can’t wait to have kids.
I’m so excited to hear uncoordinated footsteps fill the hallways of my home. Followed by high pitched laughed filled screams and the voice of my wife shouting “I’m gunna getcha!”
I can’t wait to pull you both close onto my lap as I read the same bed time story I’ve read every single night for the past month.
Watch both of your chests rise and fall together as your breath becomes rhythmic.
I can’t wait to sit on that couch with you both asleep in my lap not wanting to move because no matter how tired, how uncomfortable I am. For god sakes I couldn’t look away if I tried.
There are so many things in this world I look forward too. But this lifetime I’m going to get to create? I am so excited for.
—  I can’t wait to meet you.
Dear Future Wife...#664

That moment when we’ve been making out and we pull back to take a second…to check in or catch our breaths. The way you look at me and you’re not really smiling, but your eyes are sparkling and I get lost in how many colors blend into each other…I feel you holding my face or scratching up my sides softly. You might laugh at my hair sticking up or just sigh like you’re the most relaxed and happiest person in human existence…That moment wraps me up in a safe bubble and nothing else matters but how warm you are against me and how perfect it feels to be with each other.

Dear My Future Girlfriend/Wife,

I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into. You’re falling in love with the nerdiest person ever. Just to elaborate on what I mean here:

  • I’ll sing you the cheesiest love songs ever.
  • Every morning you’ll probably wake up to a text from me with some sort of stupid pun in it.
  • I’ll walk around humming songs from video games and musicals.
  • I’ll most likely ask you out in Shakespearean. 
  • I’ll tell you about all the cartoons I love to watch.
  • I’ll probably constantly tell you you’re adorable.
  • I’ll probably try to tickle you and fail dramatically.
  • I’ll probably take you on a date to my “family’s house” which is just my friend’s house to play video games.
  • Once I get Pokémon Go I’ll name every one of a certain Pokémon after you. 
  • I’ll play songs for you on the Ukulele.
  • I’m just a nerd. 

Best be prepared. 


You’re future significant other. 

Dear Future Wife...#644

You weren’t feeling well today so I went downstairs to make dinner after I tucked you in. You knew that I had work to finish up, so you adorably asked, “You’re gonna come back up and finish work here right?” I answered yes…


“Yes, I promise,” I responded, smiling as I closed the door gently.

I come back after dinner and brushing my teeth and you’re fast asleep. I crawl into bed as gently as I could, dimming my laptop, and settling in. Your even quiet breathing tells me you’re not bothered by my typing and clicking. 2 hours later, I finish and close my laptop, wrap up the cords, and get myself ready for sleep. You rolled over and tucked your cute little self into my side and now you’re snuggled up with me, my arm trapped inside your safe and warm arm+chest cocoon. I’m not doing this justice exactly how cute this is…maybe because I can’t bear to move my arm to type with both hands. But I love how we make sure we’re touching when we’re asleep. Just a reminder “hey, I’m here. I love you. You’re safe.” And also in this specific moment, you’re cute as hell.

Dear Future Wife,

A number of years ago, I went to an Ingrid Michaelson gig. It was truly fantastic; I’ve been a fan ever since I can remember. She talked about The Way I Am, and how she wrote and recorded it during a time where she wasn’t seeing anyone – where she seemed to be going through an inordinately rough patch in terms of her love life.

Because of the circumstances under which it was created, she was surprised when it became one of her most popular songs, a song that people would tell her that they played at their weddings.
The point of her anecdote was that you don’t have to be in a good, happy, loved-up place to write things that happy, loved-up people can relate to.

And being a writer, I can understand where she’s coming from.
Sometimes, when I write love poems, they ring hollow for me. I don’t know who I’m writing them for, I don’t know who I’m directing them towards. I just know that I’m writing them, with the hope that by putting them out into the universe, that one day, you will hear them.

I’d like it if you came to my poetry events. I’ll catch your eye in the crowd, the only gaze that I’ve needed to see the entire night.
And when I read my poetry, to a crowd who has no idea when it rings hollow to me, and when I’m reading it to my wife, so full of love that I can barely form the words.


I want to lay my head on your chest and rest my hand on your stomach. Not even in a sexual way just in a I want to be close to you and feel your stomach rise when you breathe and hear your heart beating. I want to nestle my face against your neck and gently kiss it and feel you pull me closer as I do. I want to lay so close to you that we don’t know where I end and you start and there’s absolutely no distance between us anymore and I feel safe as if nothing bad could ever happen to us. I want to hold your hand and rub my finger against yours and kiss you goodnight. I want to fall asleep beside you and when I wake up I want your beautiful face to be the first thing I see, so I can kiss your forehead and watch you try to open your tired eyes as a small smile stretches across your face and you bury your head in your pillow with a soft “baby it’s too early.” I want to spend my days laughing with you and my nights kissing you. I want to be with you today, tomorrow, and the rest of forever. You’re my home, my soulmate, my forever. You’re my sunshine, my girl, my love. It’s you. You’re all I need.
—  10:30 thoughts about you 💕
Dear Future Wife...#672

You’re actually my sunshine. It’s so ridiculously cheesy, but it’s true. Seeing you happy makes me insanely happy. When that smile starts to bloom because of something I’m doing, I feel on top of the world, like I’m conquering a huge mountain. When you’re happy, all feels right in the world…even if it’s just for a moment.