Dear future husband,
I want you to know that there came a point in my life when life felt meaningless. Every breath I took was a chore, and a part of me hoped my lungs would give way or my heart would stop beating so it would all end. Every free-falling second was spent contemplating on what death must feel like, or smell like, or look like. I wondered if it felt like silk, smelled faintly of roses and looked like the most comfortable haven. At that time, I thought it resembled all of those things and more.
I am telling you all of this because you, of all people, deserve to know. I am telling you all of this to remind us that hopelessness is not a beautiful thing. I am telling you all of this because in a world where marriage is as fragile as a flower, nothing makes it bloom more than hope, faith and love. I am writing all of this because while I lost who I am in the middle of the raucous world, Someone found me.
I am writing from a better place now. A place where hopelessness no longer sink deeper into my bones for every step I take. A place where loneliness do not bind itself on my ankles. A place I can’t fathom or explain with enough words or space. A place I have only found in God’s arms.
I want you to know that I lost hope once, yet here I am. I am breathing. I am writing this letter full of joy and excitement. My heart is beating loudly in my ears, and I am alive.
God found me, and in the process, I found who I am. When I finally meet you in His perfect timing, you have to win my heart by pursuing God’s. I promise, despite its stitches and scratches, the odd marks and bruises, it’s worth it.
your future wife