Dear Husband

I’m waiting for you.

And not just waiting for you, but actually waiting for you to come grab me as I fantasize about you at work when I should be busy under all the files I have to finish.

I’m waiting on you to tell me I’m the one, to have you see my worth as a woman. I’m waiting on you to love me for me instead of just my looks and my curves unless it’s the curves of my smiles because of the sarcasm and corny jokes you love to tell.

I’m waiting on you to still love the way I trip in my heels because I don’t wear them often enough – only when I want to impress you. I’m waiting on you to tell me how you love the way I hold your face in my hands and look at you in your eyes with pure love.

I’m waiting.

And I’ll keep waiting.

Until you find me looking confused as to what mistake I made to have found you so late because oh, I’ve been looking for you for years.

But.. I want you to find me, and find yourself falling in love with me as you see me kneeling on my knees..closed eyes praying for you, praying for us and our future. Knowing that no one cares the way I have. The way I will.

I want you to notice me when I’m zoned out because I’m too busy thinking of how grateful I am for you while you talk to me.

Because this, my dear husband, is what I will be noticing about you.

Noticing the way your smile curves when I tell you the lamest jokes or use a pick up line on you. I’ll be noticing the way you scan my face as I ramble on about my boring day. I’ll notice the way your face changes when you need me to talk to and get advice from. The way you lean on me knowing that I will always catch you. I’ll notice the way you pray for me and the way you diligently plan our dates and time together. And the times when you share laughs and memories with my family and friends. And best of all, I’ll notice when I’ve fallen in love with the most incredible man who couldn’t be more perfect for me.

Only for me.

And that’s why, dear husband, I’m on my knees, praying you’ll find me soon, because I can’t wait to make these dreams, come true.

Author: alongcameshe

A 20-something year old trying to find the words to express the realest of the real when it comes to her rawest emotions in life. From experiences to life lessons to things she's passionate to, she experiments with her creative side by blogging her moments in life. As along her life came, along came she.

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