Friday, August 20, 2010

An Open Letter to the Person Who I Will Love For The Rest Of My Life

To the person who I will love for the rest of my life,

I am writing this in the middle of the night, listening to the songs I want to listen to when I'm with you. I can't wait to meet you, or know more about you. There are times when I wonder if you really are there and if that time will come for the two of us to meet. I'm wondering if I've met you already or if I haven't yet. I hope you find your way to me so we could make our own story.

I have always imagined you and I sitting on a couch cuddled in each other's arms while watching our favorite movie. I would always be there for you when you have troubles with work or school, leave little notes on your things that say how awesome or lovely you are. I want to be the one to put sugar in your coffee every morning, hug you before we go to sleep at night, and laugh like a silly kid when you make jokes. I will be your best friend, your brother and your lover-forever.

I want to hold your hand while we walk across town or while we chill around the shop in the corner of this and that. I want to sit in silence while listening to your breathing. I want to open my eyes and smell your scent on my bed. I want to eat my meals with you across the table. I want to be your pillar, your inspiration. I want to be there when you want to collapse and cry. I want to be next to you when you cheer and laugh. I want to be there to wrap my arms around you when you are hurt or scared.

After a significant amount of years, I want to get married to you in a backyard big enough to share with family and friends, lit with candles and the smell of lavender in the air, to promise all my love and life to you in front of everyone we love. I imagine our honeymoon in a Disney Resort. We would be running around the theme park like little kids, giggling and screaming with excitement.

We would travel the world together and take photos beside famous landmarks. We would go to Europe and intoxicate ourselves with the immense culture they have, go around Asia and experience exoticism at its best. We will discover the world in our own way. I want us to compile all of these memories in a book, complete with notes and photos. It will be the proof of our interpretation of the world.

We would spend holidays together; Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Year's, Valentines Day, each other's birthday and our anniversary. I wish our families would be okay with the both of us so we could spend these times with them too because family means so much to me.

I want us to adopt two little kids, a son and a daughter. I want us to be there when they grow up and them be proud to have the two of us as parents. I have been dreaming my entire life to be called "Daddy". We would love them so much like our own and promise never to lay a hand on them. We would help them reach their dreams and achieve their goals. We would go on vacations every summer as a family, enjoy the sun and the earth.

I want to grow old with you, love you for the wrinkles that would mark your face and for all your imperfections. I will love you like how I loved you on the day we got married. I will continue to fulfill my promise of love and life to you.

Of course life can never be perfect. We would have our awesome times, and also the worst. I hope you can forgive me if I say things that may hurt you so much. I hope that you learn to accept me for my mistakes. I promise to love you and never to look for anything else. I will love you like how a plant needs water, like how I need you.

I want to spend the last moments of my life with you. I want to hold your hand and feel you are there. I want to hear your voice and put me to sleep. I want to feel you sleep next to me at night.

But for now, all I can do is to pray and hope that you find your way to me, dream that I could finally do this with someone. I will wait for you, no matter how long... but please, don't keep me waiting too long :)

I will always be here like a kid waiting for Christmas Day

Love always,
MNL

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