dear future husband,
currently, marriage is the scariest idea in my head. [yes, even scarier than trying to find employment as an art history major.] eternity is a long time. relationships are hard and sometimes they stink. i want to say that i’ll be able to swallow my fears and just trust in what we have. i’ll try, but i can’t promise that i will always be fearless. in those times, i’ll need you to be fearless, even if you need to fake it.
or you can always diffuse the situation through laughter or cheeseburgers.