Dear Mr. Right,
I am writing to tell you that I am ready. I am done exploring all the Mr. Almost-Rights, the Mr. I’m-Always-Rights and the Mr. Not-Quite-Rights – and I am ready to meet you, now. So, please, step forward.
Look, I’ve been preparing – studying, learning about myself, growing. I understand intimately the intricacies of selfishness and selflessness and how they are intertwined. I am aware of my default co-dependent shit, and that it’s mine to deal with, not yours to fix. I get it. I do. Really.
So, it’s time. Make yourself known, already, and let’s get down to some serious loving, and full-on living. Make me feel like I am 20 all over again. Come with that whole butterflies-in-the-stomach thing – I am quite partial to that, and the silly smiles you’ll make me have. Let’s laugh, and fawn, and stare into each other’s eyes, and giggle, and cuddle, and kiss, and curl up in a million years of each other. I want you to hold my hand, and hold the world at bay, when it gets a little crazy. Let’s explore. Let’s go places, together. Let’s do stuff – do life – and love.
I’m ready. So…where are you…?
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