An Open Letter to My Future Mister

Dearest Tyler,

Hopefully, with strategic maneuvers on both our parts, this will be the last birthday/Christmas away from each other. It’s so comforting to keep that thought, isn’t it?

I wanted to have a letter to you by your birthday, but with the events of last week, the uncertainty of our future prevented anything being mailed on time. I wish it weren’t so, but instead I can simultaneously embarrass you/gush all about you right here on the internet, where everyone can see just how disgustingly in love with you I am (I promise to send a real letter very soon).

You are quite literally amazing. You just stop me in my tracks, all the time. And as much as you hate to hear about anyone from my past, I can swear to you that I’ve just never in my life met anyone so stunning and clever and…well, just perfect. Especially perfect for me. I’m trying so hard not to start crying like the little brat I am as I’m attempting to formulate sentences that come anywhere close to describing how wonderful I think you are.

I try not to deal in cliches, but we just knock them out, one by one, yeah? And it’s just the best thing. A lightness I didn’t know another person could bring into my life, especially since I go out of my way so often to surround myself with such negativity. You make me smile in a way that is so genuine, sometimes I think my heart will break, I’m so happy. For all of my doubts and fears, a few kind words from you reduce me to a shimmering puddle of giggling, silly girl.

“Tyler” has skyrocketed in use within my lexicon, soaring past such old hits as “Oh my god”, and “Will there be wine?”, to become the single thing I utter the most. If I was cool enough to have a phone with autocorrect, surely every time my finger so much as hovered in the neighborhood of “T”, “TYLER” with a series of hearts and kisses would populate immediately. Oh, how disgusting am I?

I could write you a letter every day—hell, I could write you entire essays—and it still wouldn’t be enough to cover all that I think of you, and all that I imagine for the two of us. I am so disappointed that we can’t be together today, or every day, but I’m convinced that our days of being so far apart are rapidly coming to a close. I’m so lucky I got to spend my birthday with you (and what a fantastic time I had, strawberry ice cream and all), and I wish we could do the same for yours. I feel like a useless girlfriend, so far away, unable to just shower you with presents and affection on your 26th, but I promise on everything I have I’ll make it up to you, someday.

I love you, Tyler. Immensely. And I’m pretty sure you’re going to lose your mind with embarrassment when this posts, but it’s kind of worth it. I’d stand on my roof and shout your name at the top of my lungs if I could, but my neighbors already think I’m crazy, and also it’s quite cold, and I seem to have misplaced my top (as you very well know).

I could go on and on, but I’ll spare you. A million kisses, just for you, as soon as I get to see your big stupid head again.

Always,

Meagan xxxxxxx