By: Vallecera, Necy C.
Dear
Mr. Right Man,
It’s quite amazing to realize that I
come up with the idea of writing this letter for you. It’s fascinating to feel
that out of the numerous heartaches and painful heartbreaks, I still truly
believe that YOU, who would prove me that there is really true love, exist. I
might be very OA for concluding “You”
and “True Love,” but I hope that one day, You
and True Love will come to me in God’s perfect time.
I’d
love to tell you that I would love you for who you are, and would accept you
for all the qualities and characteristics you possess. I pray that you would be
the man whom I cuddle with every night. I pray that you would be the first
person that would smile for me, and would be the last person I’d talk to every
night. I hope that you would be the last one who would play with my hair the
way I wanted my ex-boyfriends to. I wish that you’d surprise me with your phone
having a 4-GB capacity of my photos and a 16-GB capacity of our phone call
recordings. I hope that you will always be my buddy in watching Barbie movies
and in baking cupcakes covered with pink icing. I’ll make your Mommy my best
friend, your Daddy as my dude and your siblings as my playmates. I’ll know your
eccentricities; I know there’s a lot. I’ll listen to your music and cheer for
you every time you’ll be one of the first 5 players in a basketball tournament.
I’ll respect your night outs, your drinking time, and your work. I envision my
future with you, being so damn-cute together with our first pretty baby girl.
We’ll be the freakiest stage parents every pre-schools’ annual stage plays; we
will together have our visa and travel to Paris, France and you’ll surprisingly
kiss me under the Eiffel Tower. You’ll be my crying shoulder whenever I watch dramatic
teleseryes, and you’ll be the one hugging me while watching horror films.
For
eighteen years of existing in this playful world, with really pathetic
heartbreaks and countless crying moments, I am still wishing for your perfect
arrival. On the other hand, I won’t be waiting for you to wake me up and
disturb me with my fairytale dream, but I’m expecting for you to sleep with me,
holding my hand and together dreaming a happily-ever-after story.
I’ll surely admire you for surprising me and
giving me a Holy Bible with a pink cover and a bunch of scented pink roses on
my birthday. I’ll kiss you and thank you for baking a Barbie birthday cake on
my 46th birthday and would love you so much more for making super-duper
cheesy lasagna which we will eat together. We’ll go window-shopping at the mall
together, share one ice cream and eat one foot long on both sides. You will
always be my guitarist and I’ll be your prettiest vocalist. I would really and
absolutely feel beautiful while you are singing the song “Just the way you are” by Bruno Mars and would read this letter
before you’ll notice that I already have fallen asleep.
You’ll always carry the key of my heart which is
your smile and the spark of your eyes. You will forever be my Ser Chief and I’ll
forever be your annoying wife. It would be perfect that we’d share one earphone
while riding a bus, making sweet conversations and take perfectly cute pictures
together. We might be quarrelling over some things, but I hope everything will
be fine with just one “I love you.” I
might be crying over stupid fights, but I hope you won’t cease wiping my tears
away or offering a hanky and kiss my eyes as a compliment. We would always see
each other as the most precious gift from God and would always pray together,
thanking God for every blessing that we receive. We will be like boyfriend and
girlfriend, treating each other as a prince and a princess. We would write and
keep our diary together, update our individual facebook status, tweet on
twitter and post our picture on instagram. You’ll never get tired going to
Jollibee and buy me an extra-large fries and a Choco sundae. I wish that you
will be my nurse every time I’d get sick. You’ll take care of me and do things
that would make me feel better. I hope that you’d be the one who would explain
to me the word “forever.” I hope that you’ll not scold me for eating too much,
but rather eat a lot with me and we will get fat together. I pray that we’ll go
on fellowships and pray as a couple.
*Everything that’s written is
just a pure dream, but I’m not getting tired of hoping for everything to be
true because I know, in God’s perfect time, everything would be worth the wait.
Fingers’ crossed and hands held together.*
P.S: Every Christmas eve,
you’ll kiss me under the mistletoe and that is just so sweet. ♥♥♥
Hoping and
still praying,
Necy ☺
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