Letters Of Love Part One

Dear Future Husband,

I don’t need you to be perfect. I just need you to see me.

Not just the smile I wear for the world, but the quiet ache behind it.

The softness I carry that life has tried to harden.
The dreams I still hold close, even after all the disappointments.

See me—truly. The real me. The me who still believes in love, despite it all.

I’ve spent nights wondering if anyone would ever love the way I do.

If someone would ever choose all of me—my heart, my hopes, my flaws, my fire.

Because when I love, I love deeply. Loudly. Softly. Fiercely.
Not halfway. Not when it’s easy. But always.

And that kind of love can be a lot… but it’s also rare, and I know it’s sacred.

I want a love that’s real—not just romance, but partnership.

I want to build a life with you… a home that holds more laughter than silence.

A dog curled at our feet, music playing, and memories on the walls.

I want us to travel the world together—not just for adventure, but for the closeness that comes from getting lost and found again, together.

I dream of the moment I carry our child.

To feel life growing inside me, to watch my belly bloom with the proof of our love.

I picture the glow in my skin, the shine in my eyes—because I’m loved, protected, chosen.

I want to feel your hands on my stomach as we both fall more in love with someone we haven’t even met yet.

I want to see the way you look at me like I’m magic. And in return, I’ll remind you every day of your strength, your goodness, your light.

I want a love where we bring out the best in each other.
Where you push me gently to grow, and I pour belief into every part of you.

Where we both rise—together.

You’ll see parts of me no one else has seen, and I’ll give you space to be your most honest, vulnerable self too.

I want our children to look at us and know exactly what love is.

To see how we laugh, how we work through things, how we kiss in the kitchen and hold each other in the quiet.

I want our love to be their blueprint—for joy, for respect, for forever.

And when we make love… I want it to be everything.
I want it to be a conversation between souls.

Our bodies speaking truths our mouths can’t say.

I want you to feel how deeply you’re held, wanted, known.

No pretending, no hiding—just us, bare in every way that matters.

In that space, you’ll have everything: my heart, my body, my soul, my trust, my yes.

You’ll be the man I lean on, and I’ll be the woman who believes in your dreams like they’re my own.

I’ll let you lead, not because I have to, but because I trust you—your heart, your wisdom, your love.

You’ll know you’re safe with me, just as I’ll feel safe with you.

To you, I’ll be your sun when the world is dark.
Your moon when you need peace.

Your stars when you forget how to dream.

And you’ll be my calm, my fire, my home.

So if you’re out there, I hope you’re becoming who you’re meant to be—just like I am.

Healing. Learning. Becoming.

Because when we finally find each other, it won’t just be love—it’ll be purpose. Destiny. Ours.

And until then… I’ll keep loving you from here.

With my whole heart,
Leesh