The last from Mr. Anonymous.

2/22/2013 The Anti-Austen 4 Comments

One year ago, one of our male readers sent me this. And then several months later this. Of everything it has been my pleasure to post on this blog from our readers, these letters have been my favorite. Without question. It must be the hopeless romantic in me, which sometimes feels she is being drowned by all the pessimism and cynicism there is to be found. These letters help my romantic side surface again. I hope they do the same for you. 

Con Amor, 
The Lady

P.S. 
Dear Mr. Anonymous' Wife-to-be,

Someday you will be the luckiest woman in the world. Your future husband is one hell of a guy. 

(Pardon my French). 

But I think you already are one of the luckiest girls. He loves you already, and surely you must know it and feel it. If not now, one day you will. 



Dear Wife-to-be,

I am a work in progress.

This is no secret, of course, but I thought you should hear it from me before discovering this fact for yourself.

I will make mistakes, I'm sure of that. There will be times when I don't know what to say, or how to say it. There will be times that I say too much, and times I don't say enough. I am a work in progress, and at times, it seems, progress is slow - but I won't stop, I can promise you that.

I want you to know this as well - I believe.

I believe in laughter. I believe in happiness, and magic. I believe in dreams. I believe in love.

I believe in you.

I believe in you, in your happiness, and in your dreams. And I can't wait to hear all about them.

So please, tell me. Tell me your dreams, and let me help you with them. Tell me your deepest fears, and your greatest joys. Tell me about the happy times, and the sad times; the good days and the bad. Tell me what matters most to you, and what you hold most dear. What gets you out of bed in the morning? What makes your day? 

Will you dream with me?

It doesn't matter so much, to me, where you are right now - I know you're where you ought to be.  What matters to me is that you're happy, and that, when we find each other, we're ready. So brace yourself - be prepared to laugh, to shake your head, to wonder and to wander; be prepared to cry, to try, to look a little foolish, and to be so happy it almost seems unfair.

Prepare now, because once we find each other, things just won't be the same. And I look forward to that.

You will change my life - of that I am certain, and for that I am grateful. 

I simply adore you.