Dear future love,
Let's start with the basic. I'm sorry that I will never be perfect. I'm sure you deserve. I'm sure you're not it yourself. But I'm sorry for all the dumb shit I do, all the insecurities you'll have to quell every other week, the annoying habits, all of it. I'm sorry. But I'll never be sorry for how I feel about you. I'll hold your hand and write you cheesy love poems and brush the stray hairs out of your face. I'll do my best to sing you love songs, but I can assure you my voice isn't nice enough to sound lovely. But I promise I'll try. I'll try to be good for you. I'll try to be good to you. I'll try to hang the moon and stars up for you. I'll be your human diary, personal pillow, your safe to keep all your little nothings and somethings only I'll get to know. I'll love you. Maybe I don't right now as I type this, but I will by the time you read this. To my future love from my current self, I hope you're well. I hope you're happy. And I hope you know future me loves you.
