I have a journal where I write letters to people, usually things that I’m afraid to say to their face or to people that I don’t even have the guts to talk to. Lately, I’ve been thinking about how with billions of people in the world, we’re all supposed to find just one. So I wrote this letter to the person I don’t know and know nothing about, but the one that I’m supposed to be with for the rest of my life.

Dear Prince Charming,

      I don’t know where you are, but I know you’re out there somewhere. I think about you all the time, the way that I hope most girls do. Sometimes when I’m lost in a daydream. That’s when I wonder if you’re thinking about me from wherever you are. I think about you when I look in the mirror and examine all of the things I want to change; I know that you’re the only one who will think that I am beautiful the way that I am, you’re the only one who will love me for me.

      I wish I could meet you now, or at least know who you are. I wish I didn’t have to wonder if every guy out there is the you, the one that I’ve been searching for forever. Are you perfect? Do you have shaggy brown hair and deep blue eyes? Or a crooked smile with a dimple on the right side? Do you speak with a southern accent and wear cowboy boots? Or do you dress in all leather like a “bad boy” when you really have a heart of gold? Do you write corny love songs and sing the words with passion, even though you don’t know who it’s about? Do you look at the stars at night and wonder, am I looking at them, too? Are you a hopeless romance patiently waiting for me? Or are you running from love because it’s always done you wrong?

      Will we have a million private jokes that don’t make sense to anyone else? Will we memorize our favorite lines from movies and quote them together? Will we waste valuable moments just staring into each others eyes? Are we going to move away to beautiful home in the country? And spend countless cold nights by the fire? Will you hold me in your arms when I cry and tell me that everything’s going to be alright, even if you don’t know if it will be? Will all of my dreams come true through you?

       You may not be Mr. Perfect, but you’re perfect for me. God made me a second half that I’ve been living without. I can’t wait to meet you, the anticipation kills me. There’s 10 billion people in this world, but we’re supposed to find each other and live happily ever after. I know that day will come, because what’s meant to be, always finds a way. So I’ll see you in the future, my love. Until then, stay beautiful.. <3

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