Dear future husband

But somehow i still believe someday someone will understand me.

And i will just crawl up next to him on shitty days and bury my face in his chest and he would hug me and play with my hair and kiss my head.. And tell me "don't worry.. As long as i am here, you will be alright.."

My future husband.

Aamiinn.

Maybetoogoodtobetrueforsuchasinnerandnegativedreamerlikeme but i will keep believing.