dear future husband,
i found you.
we met january 10th. i was on a date with your roommate, and while he was out of the room, we made small talk. we talked a few times over the next month, but then you looked up my number. our first date was febuary 28th. we met up for lunch, went to a museum and talked straight for six hours. maybe seven. i went to a girl’s night right after and was so excited to tell them all about you. i knew that night that you were someone very special. i knew that you were my future husband. i was completely smitten.
we held hands for the first time the next thursday. it was a snow day, and you walked from your house to mine. forty five minutes in a snowstorm- uphill. i changed four times before you came over. looking effortlessly casual is really difficult. we watched youtube videos about elevators and escalators. it was the silliest thing i’ve watched, but it was great. you were so adorable. i wanted so badly to hold your hand. then, eventually, while watching parks and rec on my laptop, you reached over and held my hand. we cuddled, talked and laughed for hours.
we had our first kiss the next night. we went to a game night in dc. while walking back to the metro, you spun me into you. i thought you were going to kiss me, but that wasn’t our first kiss. instead you hugged me. our first kiss was later that night. it was wonderful, even if i was a bit rusty.
you said you loved me for the first time a few weeks later. you sorta let it slip one night, while we were hanging out. somehow i made you laugh, and you started to say those words. a few days later, you owned it. i said it back maybe a week later.
i’m looking forward to the next couple of months of you being my “future” husband.