Dear Mr. Florabel Sarausa:
As of the very moment that you are reading this, I might already be changing from my wedding dress to my sleeping gown. I could never afford being around while you go through these words I have come up with as I step up from adolescence to adulthood. I might as well be beside you but cuddling beneath the sheets, trying to bury my face in the pillows as I am afraid you’re gonna see me blushing.
Either way, I am more than happy and thankful that we are finally starting our lives not as two people who have just decided to stay under the same roof but as one couple bounded together by God’s love, for eternity. You were a long-time coming. Today is March 25th of 2012, and I have just turned 18. (laugh) I am still very much new to this so-called adulthood, and although we haven’t officially met yet, I am very much looking forward to spending the rest of our lives together: holding each other’s hand and exchanging smiles as we make idle strolls in the nearby park, evening meals together, lots of cuddles and movies, laugh-trips and food-trips to cherish, through the good times and the bad times. Oh yeah, there will be those little, little skirmishes, but I would have perfected my pout by then; I’m sorry you will not be able to resist it. Haha.
You must already be wondering now why on earth am I writing about a life with a man I haven’t even lived with yet. Ngano jud diay? (laugh) Because I want to be connected with you as someone God has prepared for you to marry. Of course, we’ve probably had those three-to-five-hour-long talks already, but the past has its own way of changing itself. History sometimes gets retold in a totally different way than how events could actually unfold. There are so many things I wanna tell you, some about much of my life I wish you had been a part of.
Most people do not have the faintest idea yet about who and what kind of person their future husbands will be. But one thing I do know: you are a loving, warm, gentle soul who seeks for wisdom from God in leading this household in accordance to His will (and whose arms I can’t wait to wrap myself in a huge embrace someday).
Our love story may not be much like those of Disney fairy tales or Jack and Rose’s or even Edward and Bella’s. But it will surely be told in the most remarkable way, because it is God, the Almighty Creator and our loving Father, who has written our story. I am looking forward to meeting you five years from this very day.
I’ll see you not later but sooner in the not-so-distant future.
Lots of love,
P.S. At the very least, at least we can get a kick out of these letters when we’re older. And maybe pass them on to our grandkids? Okay, I won’t think that far ahead….yet. 🙂