too much future

To my husband.

Hi. I don't know who you are. Or to what extent you'll be able to fulfill my fairytale, but I'm pretty sure that the reason why you ARE my husband is because I love you.

The word husband itself baffles me. I am young. I am 21 years old. I don't know how old I am when you'll be reading this, but there was a time that I am a little girl. A young woman.

It's hard to accept responsibility, to accept that I am a wife by this time... the concept is just so extremely unapplicable right now, it's almost foreign. But I know that one day I'm going to be a wife.


I don't want a second marriage. Or a third. I just want this one blessing... this one marriage.



Seriously, right now, this is so hard for me to write. Maybe the cynicism of this concept, this obsession, has finally gotten to me.. like, reached the core.

I am not in the proper position to write this letter... like a not so close acquaintance giving a wedding speech.


But to my husband.

Please save me. Please prove me wrong. Please fight for me and not let any man get me and not let any woman get you. I don't know how this works.


Im young. But I'll be a wife someday. And I'll be peaceful and happy because I'll be tired of all this sick drama.