Open letter to my love

Today is April 27th — I’m sitting in bed and it’s almost 1 AM. But all I can think about is you. The way you make me smile, your laugh, your presence; I feel all of it.

Happy Anniversary baby. When I met you my heart was broken and still mending. I was afraid to ever love someone again. Today is two years later but it feels like I’ve known you forever. I’m happy; you’re happy and that’s all that matters. All I ever wanted was to find my significant other, my backbone. Someone that supported me despite my mortal flaws and my imperfections. Someone, that when I had a bad day, would lift me up emotionally with uplifting words of peacefulness and support. When I was sick, someone that would care for me. When I was away, someone that would miss me immensely. Someone that wasn’t superficial. Someone that was beautiful from within. Someone that trusted me no matter what and was loyal despite it all.

I’ve found that someone. Many times I sit back and think to myself about things. I try to peer into the future. I look back in the past to remember. I do my best to live in the present and enjoy the simplest moments of life. During those intersections of time, I smile. I smile because God has allowed our two paths to cross in life. There’s so many scenarios and circumstances that brought us together to this very moment where we stand. If it wasn’t for me moving back to California after my promotion; if it wasn’t for us both being single at the moment you were back from traveling abroad; if it wasn’t for us both knowing a mutual friend/mentor — odds are we would have never met.

Two years is not a long time but I feel that we’ve lived so much during that period. There’s still much living to be done. I want to experience new adventures, learn how to salsa, visit new places; eat new food, build and vibe to new pleasantries with you. I want to cook with you and feed you. I want to write you sappy love letters when you least expect it and leave it on your pillow before you go to work in the morning. I want to rub your feet after you come home from a long day at the office. I want to taste your soft, gentle cinnamon-sugar lips each and everyday. I want to satisfy your every needs and desires until your dying breath upon this earth.

I want to make you the happiest woman there is. You deserve love. You deserve a man that will respect and cherish you. I promise to be your King and you my Queen. Let’s build this empire together — for us. I can’t do it alone. I will need you every step of the way. My only ask is that you continue to reciprocate. That you continue to love and support me through it all.

How many more times can I see you? How many more times can I come home with you greeting me at the door to welcome me with your warm embrace and kisses? How many more times can I get you to play “All my Life” by K-Ci & Jojo on the piano? How many more times can I help you pull back the covers when you get too hot at night? How many more times do I offer you water when you wake up in the middle of the night thirsty? How many more times can I cook dinner for you? How many times do I go down to the corner store to get quarters so you can do laundry? How many bugs do I kill because you’re too afraid to do it? How many more times do I get to be your muscle man and move heavy things for you? How many times will you ask me to help you zip up or zip down your dress? How many more times will you ask for my opinion in helping you pick out which scent of perfume you’re going to wear for the day? How many times do I get to hold out my hand for you when you exit the Uber or walk the stairs? How many times will you say “I’m over it?” How many times will you play the early 2000’s mix on Spotify or make Beyonce’ references?

How many restaurants and delicious new foods will we experience together? How many times will you watch me eat my food and complain about how slow I eat because you want to feed me more? How many glasses of Pinot noir will you pour for me? How many more times do we laugh at random jokes no one else deems funny? How many times do I get to kiss you softly on your neck before you turn away in laughter because you can’t take it? How many times do I have to watch Quantico, Friends or Nashville in bed with you? How many times do I have to remind you to floss after brushing your teeth? How many ‘good morning’ texts do we get to send each other? How many stuffed animals will I continue to buy you? How many more times will you fall asleep on my chest and wrap your legs around me? How many more times will you ask me how you look? How many times will you tell me I’m handsome? How many more times will we call each other ‘baby?’ How many more places will we travel to? How many corporate pitches will we present to each other? How many times will I wipe a stray lash off your face and hold it in front you to make a wish? How many date nights will we go on together? How many good massages will I give you after a hard day at work? How many times will I rub your lower back when you can’t sleep? How many times will we tell each other “I love you?” How about forever? Goodnight and sweet dreams.

Xoxo,

Loubear