A Love Poem from the Faceless Woman to the Faceless Man

 

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I often wonder if you’re ever thinking about me.

Do you wonder what color my eyes are?

If I’m close to my family?

How I take my coffee?

If I drink coffee at all?

I wonder if you spend your days looking, searching, waiting, praying for us to meet.

For me to trust you with all my dreams.

To have someone always on your side to battle your doubts.

To cuddle on the couch with a glass of beer or wine.

Do you get glimpses of our future?

How many kids we have?

If we live in a big house?

City or country?

Writing our love story in your mind.

Proposal story and our wedding day.

Sometimes it’s so much to bare, isn’t it?

This unknown person you promise to spend your life with.

“I love you and I haven’t even met you yet.”

Have you ever thought that?

So much love to give.

We worry.

Time lines ahead of us.

Clocks ticking.

Loudly at times.

Birthdays coming in like a Warning Sign.

Friends?

Married.

Kids.

And you feel like your failing. 

Sometimes that “happy ending” feels so far away.

Like it’ll never happen.

And in that moment, I hope you feel me right there next to you.

Even if I’m miles and miles away,

or not far at all.

Either way, two souls.

Time will come.

And we’ll one day call each other home. 

See you soon, love.

From the Faceless Woman, to the Faceless Man.

 

 

*I do not take credit for the image used.* 

 

Fun Fact: Just as I finished writing this poem, Justin Timberlake’s song “Soulmate” came on my “Magic” titled Spotify playlist. Hmmm? Universe, I see you. 😉 

-<3- 

Future

The Future.

What marks them?

At what point in our lives does the future stop being a factor?

It’s ever changing.

Tomorrow is the future.

Until it becomes today.

Until it becomes yesterday.

But there’s always a new future put in place.

Constantly daunting.

Hovering.

Unknown.

What do you do when you worry?

When you fear?

When you don’t know what comes next?

Missing something.

You don’t have “it.”

Self doubt overcasts the sky above you.

Your sky clouded.

Raining insecurities.

Thundering negativity.

What would you tell your best friend?

Go for it.

Believe in yourself.

You got this.

What would you tell a child who doubts their abilities?

Keep trying.

You can do this.

You can do anything you set your mind to.

You can be anything you want to be.

Be yourself.

Tell yourself the same.

Take your own advice.

Don’t tear yourself down.

Don’t beat yourself up.

We’re often our biggest critics.

Be your own cheerleader.

Your future is what you choose for it to be.

You will fail.

Get back up.

Regroup.

Start again.

Your dreams are worth it.

You just need to start somewhere.

You may not know where that is right now.

I don’t either.

But you will.

Be your own future.

Inspire yourself.

Wake up.

Good Morning, Love.

Welcome to the Real World.

It can suck, but it can also be something really beautiful.

 

-<3-

 

 

Dear Future Husband,

When you get to be in your 20’s….it’s easy to feel like time is running out. Here is a letter to my Future Husband, whoever you may be. I have a feeling we’ll be really happy.

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Dear Future Husband,

I’ve waited forever to meet you.

To see your face so clearly.

To know your heart and your understanding.

To be held in your strong arms.

These words I’ve wanted to say.

I can’t quite explain.

I’ve waited my whole life,

to run to you with my worries and insecurities.

To feel comfortable enough to do just that.

To see you in a suit.

And smell the scent of your after shave and cologne too.

I know it sounds silly, but I dream about you without knowing you.

To stare into your eyes and know true safety.

To tell your mother I think she raised an amazing man.

To bake treats for your family gatherings.

To sit on my couch watching a movie as I lay with my legs draped over yours.

To add you as my plus one.

To have you stand beside me during Sunday mass, in the most beautiful church you’ll ever see.

To let you meet my god daughter and hope you’ll be good friends.

To put you in a room with my crazy, huge family and tell you it’s all going to be ok.

To kiss you at midnight.

To be your Valentine.

To fight with you when I think I’m right.

To have you get down on one knee in front of me as I weep joyfully.

Yes.

I can’t wait to love you all the days of my life.

Love,

Your Future Wife.

P.S. I hope you’re thinking about me.

Because I think it’s about time that we finally meet.

-<3-

*I do not take credit for the image used.*