Letters to a Lover

So... I write letters to my husband.

Or, future husband I guess.

It may seem weird... But I love doing it. I feel like it makes him so real. It personifies him... I feel like I know him. Like he's there, but... He's not... It's so hard to explain.

I don't really remember what prompted me to start writing these letters. Whatever it was, I'm thankful for it.. I'm so glad I write them.

I feel like he already has my heart. I already love him... I don't fully understand how that's possible, but it is. I almost feel like if I date someone else I'll be cheating on him... That's how real he seems to me. It's like I can see him, just not clearly. I can almost see his face in front of mine if I picture it; I feel like he's there in front of me, but some veil is separating us. I guess that veil is the fact that I've never met him. ha ha

So, I have letters. Letters that won't be read for some time... That doesn't matter to me though. I hold out hope they will be read someday. And that the man I marry will be happy to read them; that he'll be glad I chose to write them.