In Focus {dear future husband}
hello, my love,
I can’t stop thinking about you. And how you tip your head when strangers smile at you. And how you grab for my hand on a crowded street. And how you hum when you do dishes. I can’t stop thinking about you and how much it hurts that I don’t know you.
Lately I’ve been feeling a little buried under the debris, feeling a little pixilated and blurred--not quite in focus. Because the truth is…if I could skip to the future where it’s just me and you and when I’m sad, I can tuck my head between your neck and shoulder; where I can mindlessly mess with your hair when we’re tangled on the couch reading; where kisses lead to fires and smiles are secret messages and every night is an adventure just because it’s a night with you…I would. I would skip this part of my life where I hurt so much for being passed by. For being too silly and too quirky and too me. For being too tall or too curvy or too nice. I just want the parts with you where you like me for everything I am and everything I’m not and where we joke about being utterly human together. Where you like that I am weird! And that I sing any chance I get. And that I laugh nearly as much as I breathe. And that we can talk about nothing and everything until there are small bursts of sunlight warming our faces through the kitchen window reminding us we should have been waking—but it’s too late for sleep now. I want to skip to the part where we make up recipes as we go along and laugh as we eat the concoction we’ve made, and shove each other playfully after silly, corny jokes, and where we blast music and get in terrible trouble with our neighbors for being so loud and wild and free. Where happiness is always waiting for us when we get home. Where time evaporates through the grates in the ceiling and your skin brushing mine always makes me melt and all the tiny little things that mean so little to other people are all the tiny little things I love about us.
Patience is a virtue I cannot seem to cup between my hands to save me…and the waiting is killing me, love. I want to be cuddled up next you right now, but I have no idea where you are. And when I look for you…there is simply no one out there and all I manage to do is spread the cracks on my heart a little further. I want all of you to want all of me. I want you to explode through my door right now and say I am so. sorry. baby, for taking so long, but I’m here now!!
But patience is a virtue I will look for instead. She eludes me but maybe she will take up time until suddenly…there you are. In focus.
x













