An Open Letter To The Man Who's Waiting For Me.

I know I haven’t known you that much. But, I am sure that I will. 

Maybe 2 years, 8 years, 10 years from now.. I’m not in a hurry. I want to wait for the perfect timing to meet you again.

We don’t know each other yet, I can’t think of any possible time for us to get married. I can't even think whether I'll be using your last name or you'll be using mine.  Maybe we didn't even think of us ending up even in our wildest imaginations. 

Though I know that we’re meant to be and we will last until no one knows when - something I leave completely up to God because I’m pretty sure our story will be epic. 

However, I can’t promise you that I’d make the world’s most perfect prince. In fact I’ll probably keep you on your toes and amuse you with my eccentricities—there are a lot of them. I’ll probably steal a bunch of your T-shirts and turn them into my sleep-shirt, or drive you slightly mad with my obsessive compulsivity and my need to fix your tie constantly.

 I can promise to be your best friend however—that person you can rant to after a rough day, the hand you can hold when you get sad, or the person you can text when situations get awkward. 

I’ll probably mess up your hair sometimes and hug you tight for too long, but that’ll only be because I absolutely adore you. I’ll bury my head in your shoulder during scary movies and make you feel like Superman, Green Lantern, The Flash when you kill those flying cockroaches that really shouldn't exist. I’ll cook your favorite food on your birthday and try my best to make friends with your family. 

I’ll respect your night-out with your friends and make you seem like the perfect guy to my barkada. I’ll know the difference between giving you space and being constantly there for you—even if it means sitting and playing badminton with you or taking hot chocolate runs when it rains. 

I won’t be waiting for you to sweep me off my feet and take me on a magic carpet ride, because I know I won’t need anything like that to fall for you—I will love you for you.

You will be that someone to make goofy faces with in pictures, to lace fingers with when I’m lonely, and to take long walks under the stars with on the beach.

You’ll be the guy who takes me the way I am—and will laugh as I burst in tears  into some Tagalog love movies.

I will know every little thing about you and will keep you in my heart forever. You may not be the most handsome guy that I’ll meet but I’m sure that you’re better than Ricky Martin, Lance Bass, or Stephen Gately. And I keep hoping that maybe someday when we finally get married, you will become that someone whose smile I wake up to in the morning and the last one I speak to every night.

You’ll be that someone I envision a future with—us filling out visa forms as we travel the universe, picking out our first dog together and arguing about what to name it. We’ll have cute little pets,and spend lazy Sunday mornings together. 

I’m so looking forward to meet you, See you soon! 

Hugs, 
Toni