I hope that when you’re reading this, everything is fine on your end. You got to admit, however, that writing this letter is a weird endeavour. I mean, I don’t know anything about you. Or do I? Have we already met? Or will we meet sometime in the future? Would it be love at first sight or would I hate you in the start? I don’t have the answer to any of these questions, and yet you find me writing this letter, addressed to you. Human curiosity and creativity, I tell you.
But that’s enough about us, let’s talk about you. I’m not sure what kind of an artist you are, but I’d want you to be one. Doesn’t matter painting, singing, dancing or whatever art form you’d like. Artists are inherently more attractive, aren’t they? Plus, if you’re an artist, you’d be able to understand my sudden outbursts of laughter or my breakdowns much better than someone who doesn’t art. You see, my life is very monotonous, and if it wasn’t for what I consider my art, I would’ve given up on a good life years ago. And so I hope you can love art the way I do. Wouldn’t it make the pillow talk much more interesting if we discuss fandoms, just before I see you fall asleep?
I mean, you have to forgive me for being creepy from time to time. You would know that I don’t really care much about pictures, but I love to live in the moment. And what better sight than to see my woman, the most beautiful woman, fall asleep, calmly in front of me? I mean, who would be able to resist such an amazing scenery? And you know the best part is that I’d be able to see that sight every single day! I’m sorry that I really don’t wake up early in the morning, but once a week I’d try my hardest to give you breakfast in bed, just to show my appreciation and love for you and all the things you would do for me. I know it might not be much, but I’d try.
Now, I’m a slightly fellow in height. So, to be honest, it wouldn’t really matter if you’re taller than me. And quite honestly, I’d like you to earn more than me. I’d like you to be the woman of the family. I mean, that would give me time to focus on my writing too haha. But in all seriousness, I wouldn’t stop you from fulfilling your dreams. I’d support you in every way I can, and in everything, I can. I wouldn’t want you to miss out on anything because of me. I would want you to aim for the stars, and I would have no problems taking the backseat occasionally. Just show me gestures of love from time to time, to make my insecure ass sure that you still love me, and I’d be all good.
I know I can be distant at a lot of times. From everyone, including you. But please don’t mistake my love for my solitude for my ignorance towards you. I like to confine myself in my own worlds from time to time. And when the going gets rough, just be there for me. Because as our society has shaped me, I can’t cry until I’m in the arms of the person I love, and as you’d be my wife, that would be you. Sometimes, I’d cry for hours on end, but all you have to do is keep me in your arms, and that’s it. It doesn’t matter how much older this beard makes me look, I’m still a child who loves to laugh at most times, and would cry for hours on some. I’d do everything I can to make you happy, and my love would rarely ever run thin, but I would just want you to promise me to be there for me because my heart takes a lot of time to trust. And if you’re my wife, I’d trust you with my life. Please don’t make me question it. It'd break my heart.
Now, till we have our steamy sessions under the sheet, or I make you facepalm with my jokes, or irritate you with random facts, this is goodbye. I hope we meet soon if we haven’t already. And build all the memories that would make me give my heart to you, for this life and beyond.
To be yours, one day, SCAS.
PS, , . PPS, I’d keep food in handy on your periods and PMS. Just saying.