January 6, 2009
Dear Mr. Right,
I know you are out there somewhere. I know you are waiting for the magical moment to appear- maybe we will crash into each other coming and going into a coffee shop, maybe you will rescue me in some romantic way, or maybe I will do something completely idiotic and inadvertently win your heart. Ok, so we both know the last one is most likely, but I appreciate your plans nonetheless. I do like planners. What I am writing to tell you is that there is no perfect moment, I don’t need rain, running through airports, or our own personal soundtrack when we meet. I don’t need to be saved. I can take care of myself- but I really look forward to the day when you join me and teach me how to accept help. I look forward to having someone to lean on instead of being perpetually shattered by bearing other’s burdens. I look forward to having a companion and a teacher. I know you will give great advice, and I know you will be great. I know that everything won’t be perfect all the time, and I don’t expect it to be. I know that things will be complicated and difficult because well… I am complicated and difficult. I have many faults and I am very stubborn. I am extremely passive aggressive; I always think that I am right; I am irritated by disorganization and completely hopeless when it comes to electronics, directions, mental math, and which plug you plug the lamp into so that when you flip the light switch the lights turn on. I know I ask for a lot, but I give everything I have. So if you are ready for all of that or certifiably crazy…If you think you can handle those things…could you just appear? Could you just find me? That would be great, because the waiting is the hardest part. The waiting can be torture.
Sincerely Yours,
Future Mrs. Right
P.S. I am intensely stupid about all of this…so I am going to need a lot of help.
