Love like slow dancing in an empty room, when the night is young and
You and I are the only two voices left
A sweet notion of forever as we go
Towards that embrace
That never lets go and I
Cannot imagine a
more perfect moment

Kisses are sweet but you are sweeter
Romance is in the air as they say
We breathe it in like the perfume
You always wear as you look at me
With those eyes I cannot resist

Tonight is for us alone
The morning will knock soon
But we can choose to hold on
I know the sun will understand
Because the moon is in our eyes
Beaming as we gaze intimately
At each other

We can slow it down
Or we can be wild
but this love
Will always be with us
I know I can never be without you
For your touch is now a part of me
And you are the only one who
Make me feel the way I do

Away we are from the unclean
As we unlearn our hurts and fears
In each other’s arms
We hum along to songs and symphonies that tell stories
Of good nights and sweet dreams

Tonight it’s just you and I
Dancing slowly alone in a room
Where love starts to take a hold
Sweetly with a kiss I stay true
We remember this night as
The first of many nights to come

Gently I say goodnight to the moon
The morning is waiting
The sun will be here soon

—  To my future wife, thirty-eight // Pablo Verzosa

anonymous asked:

What are Arab weddings like? I've never been to one (I'm not Arab). Aside from discussing the bride's butt, do people scope out potential spouses? I know that's what we do, lol.

I usually sit around looking for my future ex wife, eat the bad food, and look better than both the groom and bride.

Some people dance. But usually, if you’re not related to the couple, you’re supposed to sit there with a dirty look and then talk shit when you’re in the car on the way home.

We wouldn’t ask if we had somewhere else to turn. When my mother passed away from lupus in February, I was then left with only myself and my younger brother, both of us unestablished and under age 25. My wife and I were very uncertain of our future from that point on, and despite our best efforts, we have been steadily downhill since there.

Recently, we had the blessing of discovering my wife’s pregnancy (which, if all goes well, we will be having February of next year, right around the anniversary of my mother’s passing), and we were also blessed with amazing new jobs in the Reading Corps, but sadly the blessing of work does not begin for us until September of this year.

We have tried to find short term work locally, and have been unable, and have tried to earn what money we could online through writing and our etsy shop, but again were very unsuccessful.

We have run out of funds to support ourselves, and have exhausted our job options. We have tried in vain to sell what little we have, but we cannot even sell our well kept bikes, and it’s not enough and with the need for $750 by August 1st as well as food and help for the month, we are terrified we won’t be able to have a safe place for my pregnant wife during this upcoming month.

I am really asking for your help and empathy in our situation, and would be so very grateful if you could either donate or share, and help me keep her healthy just for these next few weeks, just to keep her in a nice place.

This baby would mean the world to me after losing my mother so suddenly to a disease that pained her for years. If I had known about this site then, I would have asked for the help my mother needed, but now I hope strangers will help me in any way they can to support the newest member of my small family.

Thank you so much,

Tnataka and Tahtahme

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To my future wife,

I hope you know the handful I am that you’ll be responsible for. Sometimes I leave my shoes or coat by the front door. I’ll start a hundred art projects in a year and won’t finish half of them. Books, too. I’ve been known to throw temper tantrums in public. Half of my half of our marriage will be affected by my parents’ marriage. That includes my judgmental mother and my absent father. I’ll probably tell my sister everything. I forget to brush my hair and take sleep aids when I don’t need to sometimes. I cry a lot, but I hate tissues and blowing my nose. I may need you to do all the talking when we go to make a major purchase because I’ll probably go blank.

I’m forgetful and messy and rather nervous. But I’ll always remember your favorite Bible verse, and how your mother’s birthday is close to mine. I’ll do my best to have a lunch packed for you, notes included, ready for you before you leave. I dread the moment you ask to listen to me play my guitar, but I’ll push through it with shaky hands. I won’t even stop when you’ve walked out of the room, because I bet you’ll stand outside the door just to listen a little longer. I’ll crawl out of bed quietly so I can brush my teeth and come back to kiss you just as you reach for me when you wake. And if ever someone steps out of line to make a pass at you, I’ll be sure to slide my hand in your back pocket and kiss your ear in front of them.

I’m not easy to handle all the time, but I’m doing the best with the heart I was given and I’m giving it to you. You are the love of my life, and if you’re willing, I’d like to spend it by your side.

To My Future Wife

I don’t know who you are yet.  I don’t know what you look like.  I don’t know the color of your eyes.  I don’t know the color of your skin.  I don’t know your name.  There are a lot of things that I don’t know about you, but there are a couple of things that I want you to know.

You’re Already Beautiful.  Congratulations, babe, you did it.  You are already beautiful.  Seriously.  If beauty is a game, you’re a pro.  You are perfect already.  You were beautifully and wonderfully made.  You have nothing to fix.  Let me say that again, you have nothing to fix.  God did not mess-up on you.  I know what society is telling you.  ”You have to look like this, wear this, and have this in order to be beautiful.” Nope.  You’re already beautiful.  Beauty is more than what you put on in the morning.  You don’t need to lose weight to be beautiful.  You don’t need to pack on the make-up to be beautiful.  You don’t need to have all the curves installed to be beautiful.  You don’t need to have perfect skin to be beautiful.  You don’t need to act a certain way to be beautiful.  You don’t need to wear certain clothes to be beautiful and you definitely don’t need to take them off to be beautiful.  Oh, and you don’t need to have sex with me to be beautiful.    You’re already beautiful.  Feel free to grow to be a better, healthier, more confident you.  In fact, I encourage it.  But let me remind you that when it comes to being beautiful, you already won.   You are beautifully and wonderfully made.

Babe, keep your goodies in your basket.  I get it.  I really do.  When you have a nice car you want to show it off.  If you have a nice body, likewise, you want to show it off.  But, what makes a Lamborghini stand out from a Honda Civic?  I see Civics all the time.  Everywhere I go there is one of those bad boys sitting in the parking lot.  I can count on one hand every Lamborghini I’ve ever seen.  It is always exciting to see one of those.  The Honda, not so much.  Don’t get me wrong, your goodies are always going to be good.  I’ll say that again, your goodies are always going to be good.  But, if everyone and my mom has a look at everything you’re showing off, I’m not feeling like as much of a lucky ducky.  So please, for me, keep your goodies packaged away.      

You’re a princess worth fighting for.  I said “princess.”  You know, the princess you always wanted to be as a little girl?  Yep, that’s you!  But here is the deal, if you are a princess, you have to act like a princess.  The story goes something like, “The princess waits high up in her castle waiting to be rescued by her Prince Charming (thats me).  This ‘prince’ has to cross the treacherous lands, fight all the battles, storm the castle, slay the dragon and THEN he gets the princess.”

It’s a pretty cool story, really.  Prince Charming doesn’t just walk up to the castle doors, spit a little game, and off they go to happy ever after.  You’re a PRINCESS.  You’re worthy of a fight.  If you give yourself to someone who isn’t willing to fight for you, he isn’t worthy to be with you.  Your prince charming isn’t going to fight to take your purity, he is going to fight to protect it.

Don’t settle for me, make me go to work.  Don’t let me sweep you off your feet without putting in any work.  Remember, I have to “cross treacherous lands, fight all the battles, storm the castle, slay the dragon and THEN,” I get the princess.  Make me go to work.  Don’t let me have you easy.  You deserve a gentlemen.  You deserve chivalry.  Do not settle.  There are going to be a lot of guys who come through who might look like me, they might be dressed like me, and they might talk like me, but if they don’t put in the work like me, they don’t deserve you like me.  I am out here waiting for you, don’t settle for someone who doesn’t deserve you.  Don’t settle.

Our fairy tale will happen, but remember it doesn’t go from ‘once upon a time’ to ‘happy ever after.’  There is a battle that goes on in those middle chapters.Sometimes I am going to mess up.  Sometimes you are going to mess up.  I am going to say things I don’t mean and mean things I don’t say.  Sometimes I will forget that you are a princess and sometimes I will get distracted. But, together, through love, patience, communication, and the grace of God, we are going to win.

I understand I might have written this a little late, but I don’t care who you were yesterday, I care who you are today and who you will be tomorrow.  Make a change if you need to.  Let us grow together.  It is not too late.  It doesn’t matter what you’ve done or how many of these items you have missed, it just matters what you are going to do now!  You are beautifully and wonderfully made by the hands of a perfect Creator, live like it!

~Prince Charming~

what i look for in a girl (maybe my future wife?)

  • as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside
  • blond hair blue eyes
  • short (cause im 6'3" and love it when you have to stand on your tip toes to kiss me;)   
  • curves
  • sweeter than cherry pie
  • lets me meet her parents 
  • lets me smooch her on the cheek anytime anywhere
  • on a lazy day will watch old cartoons like scooby doo and disnesy movies and cuddle on the couch
  • doesnt mind that i will randomly and spontaneously bring her flowers for no reason other than i love her
  • will talk to me for hours about anything 
  • makes me smile just by looking at her
  • will let me just hold her in my arms and fall asleep together
  • be able to trust her 100%
  • wont randomly stop talking to me for no reason
  • will let me hold and hug her if shes sad, and will do the same for me
  • some day will bring a new life into this world with me
  • will let me hold her hand and show her off around town
  • will sing along with me to songs on the radio
  • wont mind that i will tell her how beautiful she is every day of my life, and when i say it i’ll mean it, just as much as the first time i’ve ever said it.
  • will help me construct a pilllow fort to cuddle in
  • she better like trucks that are jacked up all the way to heaven
  • she better like to roll some coal
  • lets me have a big garage and lots of jacked up toys
  • i hope she likes mudding
  • knows how to cook and will teach me how to cook and actually just end up making out while supper burns in the oven
  • lets me kiss her to  calm her down
  • lets me play with her hair ;)
  • lets me play my guitar for her 
  • will let me teach her how to play guitar/already knows?
  • wears cowboy boots  … or (cowgirl boots? dunno sounds kind of insulting?)   boots.. yeah i guess boots works,,,,,….. like all the time, and i hope she wont mind that i even wear my boots when i wear shorts.
  • lets me touch her butt like whenever ( this ones for me i dont even care what you think)
  • ok so im already in love with the theoretical girl i just made up……
  • and in that case, i hope my future wife exists.
My future wife

I hope my wife is good at hair.
I hope she is good at hair so she can do our future child’s hair every morning before they go to school because she will know that I am terrible at it.
I hope my wife is patient.
I hope my wife is patient because sometimes I need more than a minute to figure everything out.
I hope my wife is bold.
I hope my wife is bold so she will educate any discriminating parents of our future child’s friends.
I hope my wife is strong.
I hope my wife is strong because even though I am strong enough to carry her burdens on my shoulders, I will need her for the times that I break.
I hope my wife likes to cook.
I hope my wife likes to cook because the last time I tried to boil water, I ended up preheating the oven on accident instead.
I hope my wife is fearless.
I hope my wife is fearless because spiders will always scare me and I will always run to her to kill it for me.
Lastly, I hope my wife is ready.
I hope my wife is ready for every adventure, every doctor visit, every love letter, every TV show marathon, every concert, every kiss in the morning, and every kiss at night. I hope my wife is ready to love.

To my future Wife.

Late night car rides. Random dance sessions. Long hoodie hugs in the fall and winter. Good morning texts. Spontaneous adventures. breakfast, lunch, dinner, and of course the midnight snack run. Deep conversations, and stupid ones. tears and laughs. The presence of GOD in our lives always.

All of these things and all the love I can give to you. To whom ever you are this is my promise to you. Til the end of time.

a letter to the girl i will marry, from me, another girl:

i will put myself between you and large insects, busy highways, mean people, and scary things in general. 

i will hug you when i am sitting down and you’re standing so that i can press my cheek against your boobs. (i love your boobs.)

i will make you whole wheat pancakes on sunday because whole wheat pancakes are amazing and you will be blown away by my cooking skills. 

when we snuggle and i’m the big spoon, i will slip my hand under the hem of your t-shirt and rub your tummy until you fall asleep. 

i will write poems inspired by the dimples in your cheeks or the scent of your body wash or the way you sleep with your head on my chest.

i will look after you and give you lots of orgasms and love you unconditionally for as long as i live.

To My Future Wife

Right now, God is teaching me how to love, and how to rely on him, to support a family, so that I can be everything you need. I’m not chasing women right now just because I’m single, I’m chasing after God, and letting Him guide me throughout this crucial time in my life. My heart belongs to you, whoever you may be, I do not know yet. And I love you, and adore the family we will have. I already have a passionate love for the children I don’t even have yet. Wherever you are, I pray that God is always with you, comforting you in every step, protecting you, and giving you strength, until the day that He brings us together to love each other all the years of our lives. I love you

- Your Future Husband

To the guys who write letters to their future brides

When I see your letters, I begin to freak out because you seem to idolize your FBs as these flawless girls who are perfect, We girls aren’t like that. Some days we have greasy hair, pick at our acne and literally cry over spilled milk. We have annoying habits that get on our own nerves, much less people we live with. And hopefully I’m not the only girl that’s ever had these thoughts when seeing those letters because you make us think, where does that leave me, a mousy, unorganized girl who when outside without makeup gets asked “are you sick”? Idk and I’m not saying you should stop writing or that you are wrong or that you won’t see her as the most beautiful girl in the world. But yeah, that’s what I think when I see those posts, that I “fall short” of standards no girl could live up to.

I want to start something romantic
Always thinking of ways to tell you
That I love you and I know
That there are a million ways
I would do every single one

I know myself, I know how weak I get
When I see your eyes every morning
And it’s so simple but it makes me
Want to kiss you every time
Butterflies in my stomach are in flight
Again like the first day I met you

Chills on the hairs on top of my skin
A sudden blood rush to my face
An awkward smile as I muster
Every single bit of bravery to tell you
You are beautiful
Remember those days?

Yet here with you I am amazed
Every time I’m still amazed
There wasn’t a day where I didn’t pray
In my soft whispers He heard me
As I whisper the same love to you now
I can’t imagine a more perfect setting

The morning is here and it’s new
Another opportunity to show you
And I feel the same
The butterflies are still there
I still get weak at the knees
And my face still turns red

With eyes like you have
And the smile that you do
And with a heart like yours
It’s not hard for me to smile myself
And I simply just want
you to know that

I love you
I would not change a thing

—  To my future wife, twenty eight // Pablo Verzosa