I have now been twenty for more than 24 hours.
I spent a large majority of my birthday alone, or surrounded by strangers. I had summer class. I ran errands. My roommate surprised me with a cake and we hung our for a while.
That was my birthday. It was boring.
I still wish you could have been a part of it.
Love,
Me
Oh god, a math joke. I’m dreadful at math. This is still cute and clever though. :)
- S
Let’s just cuddle in bed watching reruns of old TV shows. I’ll play with your fingers and randomly kiss your neck as we lay there.
We don’t even have to watch the shows if you don’t want to.
We can just talk about random things while the TV is playing in the background. We can mute the sound and do something else. Or we can just turn the TV off completely and have some alone time.
Any time spent with you is precious, so I really don’t mind either way.
Love,
Me
My birthday is coming up.
You know what would be an amazing birthday gift?
Finding you.
I know it’s a long-shot, but hey, anything can happen… right?
Love,
Me
I just want to feel safe and loved.
Is that pathetic, or too much to ask for? Or is it wrong to write you a note telling you this…?
Ah, well. It’s done.
Future girlfriend, if you can make me feel safe and loved, I will try to do all that and more for you.
Please. Find me.
Love,
Me
Picture this:
You walk into your apartment, tired from a long day at work.
You set down you bag, your keys, your coat, and everything else where it belongs. As you walk by the table by the entryway, you see a brightly colored note.
It reads,
Hey love,
I hope you don’t mind, but I used the spare key you leave under the doormat to get in. I made your favorite sandwich and left it in the fridge, in case you’re hungry. I know how you get after work, sometimes.
I hope you had a good day.
Call me when you get home, alright?
I love you.
You take the note, and place it in your pocket. You go to the kitchen and get out the mentioned sandwich from the fridge, and take a bite. It’s your favorite.
Tired, you sit down on your favorite chair and dial on your phone as you munch on your sandwich.
Someone answers on the other line, “Hi baby. How was work?”
And you smile.
I can’t promise this to happen every day, nor can I promise that this will be a regular occurrence.
But I can promise you that this can, and will happen.
How does that sound?
Love,
Me
I honestly feel like I’m nothing special.
I want to offer you the world, but I’m unsure if I can even offer you the makings of an average relationship, let alone one of astronomical proportions.
I doubt my abilities to make you happy, and I doubt that I will be good enough for you.
And yet, I want to try.
I want to do what I can - anything I can - to make our relationship the one that lasts.
I wish I could tell you I’d be perfect, and our relationship would be wonderful, and that you’d always be happy with me… but I can’t.
But that won’t stop me from trying to make that a reality. Or as close to it as I can come.
Love,
Me
Someday, I’ll find you, and it will be wonderful.
Perhaps we’ll meet awkwardly, and be unsure of where we stand with one another for ages before we finally realize that we actually have feelings for each other.
Or maybe we’ll hit it off right away and have instant chemistry, and things will just fall into place.
Someday, we’ll be together, and I will get to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.
Perhaps I’ll ask you in an overly romantic way, with flowers and music, and be extra creative.
Or maybe I’ll simply ask you while we’re cuddling on the couch, “Will you be my girlfriend?”
Or maybe, just maybe, you’ll ask me to be yours.
Someday, we will be happy, and we will be an “us”.
Perhaps that someday is coming up soon.
Or maybe it isn’t going to happen for a long time.
But, dear future girlfriend, I want to wait for someday to come… because it will be worth it.
Love,
Me
I just finished moving into my new apartment. It’s still a bit bare, but it’s much more homey than my old place.
Come over, would you? I’m here alone.
We can decorate my room, and cook in the kitchen, and lay on the floor underneath the air conditioning unit talking about anything you want.
I dunno. It sounds nice to me… what do you think?
Love,
Me
Finals are over, summer is here
And I’m hoping that this’ll be the year:
The year my summer is absolutely magical.
Call me crazy but don’t down me for being fanciful
Year after year I hear the same stories
Of summer love and the magic that it carries
Something in me tells me that this is the one
Where I’ll get something more than just fun in the sun
Dear future girlfriend, are you out there?
I mean, honestly, you’ve got to be somewhere
I’ve no special plans for this summer holiday
But perhaps our paths will somehow cross. Anyway,
I’m hoping that you don’t mind my way of expression
Thinking of your reaction fills me with apprehension
Will you think me lame? Or foolish, no doubt?
Perhaps you don’t care what I’m talking about.
These lines, these rhymes, come to you unedited
As I share with you my thoughts, my feelings, and it
Scares me to think that you may not even know
That thinking of you inspires me so.
So dear future girlfriend, let me wrap it up
By saying that I hope to find you, my summer love.
Furthermore I hope that you remember
The fun we had from June until September.
Better than that, I’d like to wish for you
To be more than just my summer love. Can’t you
Just imagine the wonderful times we have in store?
Know that I am waiting beyond the summer’s open door.
If you wish to find me, don’t you distress
Patience often wins you the best prizes you can get.
Whatever happens, I hope that you can see
I’m here, I’m waiting for you.
Love,
Me.
Summer is coming.
Be my summer love?
Actually, no. Screw that.
Be my forever love?
Love,
Me
Would you care if I disappeared?
It’s a silly question, really. You don’t even know of my existence, and I don’t know who you are yet.
But I still can’t help but wonder if, somehow, if I were to disappear, you’d feel some sort of twinge in the very depths of your soul.
I wonder if our connection runs that deep…
That is, if you even exist.
Love,
Me
I hope I am good enough to keep you.
I kind of doubt I will be. I never am enough for the people I date.
But still, I can hope.
Love,
Me
I’m going out to a banquet tonight, dateless.
I should be used to this, considering that I’m almost always without a date, considering the circumstances… but it still stings a bit, even after all these years.
So, I’m writing this note to say one simple thing:
I wish you were here, so you could be my date.
Superficial? Maybe. Silly? Definitely.
But it’s all true.
Feel free to judge me now.
Love,
Me
Every time I’m in a crowded place, whether it’s a mall, an amusement park, a community event, or at my university, I always find myself stopping for a moment to wonder if you are there too.
No matter what I’m doing, you always cross my mind.
Even if it’s just for a split-second to wonder, “I wonder if I met her today and didn’t even know?”
So, future girlfriend, take heart in the fact that you are on my mind every single day, if even for the briefest of moments.
Love,
Me
