Dear Future Girlfriend

Dear Future Girlfriend,

Are you out there? Or is there something wrong with me, because every time I try to find you, I fail miserably.

It seems like no one - and I mean no one - sees me in that way.

I feel like I’m unattractive and undesirable on so many levels whenever I try to interact with people.

And that really sucks, because I feel relatively good about myself at this point in my life. I’m happy with what I’m doing, and I feel like I’m better than I have been in a long, long time.

Is it just me? Am I that person that everyone feels bad for because no one looks at twice at them in passing, let alone looking at them as a possible partner?

Have I met you, but I’m so unremarkable that you’ve passed by?

Is it my fault that I’m alone?

I wish I knew.

Love,

Me

Dear Future Girlfriend,

Someday, we’ll watch the sun rise together. Then we’ll watch it set.

I wish to experience and explore the beauty of this world with you, from the dawn and dusk, to the ocean’s tide.

Love,

Me

Dear Future Girlfriend,

I’m starting to realize that I’m a lot better to myself when I’m single.

I allow myself to do what I want, and what I love. I follow my passions, and feel free to explore them to my heart’s content.

But that freedom comes with a price… loneliness.

I’m terribly lonely.

And I don’t like it at all.

I’m not sure if you’ll ever read this, or if you’ll ever exist.

Maybe I’m just too broken to ever be able to be in a healthy relationship, for both parties…

But, if you are out there, I hope you know that I will try to be the best I can, not only for you, but for myself as well.

I promise.

Love,

Me

Dear Future Girlfriend,

I’m having one of those mornings where I just really want to cuddle up with someone in bed.

At this point, I don’t care if I’m the big spoon, or the little spoon…

I just want to hold, or be held.

Can we make this happen?

Love,

Me

Dear Future Girlfriend,

I am actually very, very lonely.

Is it wrong to hope that you’ll ease my loneliness?

I promise to try to make it worth your while. I’ll sing for you. And order pizza. And bake cookies.

Does that sound good? Maybe?

Love,

Me

Dear Future Girlfriend,

I am extremely awkward when it comes to socializing. I often don’t know how to act around people, or react to them when they interact with me.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a deep conversation with someone about anything - life, my feelings, their feelings, the state of the world…

So I hope you’ll forgive me when we meet, and I seem a bit odd.

If things are meant to be, and you give me a chance… I hope to show you the parts of me that are worth seeing.

Love,

Me

Dear Future Girlfriend,

I woke up today with a sore throat and a raspy voice. Throughout the day, my throat has only gotten worse, and I now have no voice. And I have a fever.

In short, I’m miserable.

Help?

:(

Love,

Me

Dear Future Girlfriend,

I’m sitting on the couch. I just finished making dinner, and I have a movie on. Enchanted.

And yet, I’m alone.

I wish you were here. We could eat the food I made, watch the movie, and cuddle on the couch.

I just want to be close to you.

Love,

Me

Dear Future Girlfriend,

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

Dear Future Girlfriend,

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

Dear Future Girlfriend,

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

Dear Future Girlfriend,

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