Dear Lover,
Ohh, how I dream about you.
I don't even know who you are! Or why I'm thinking of you... but I am. You could say there comes a time in every girl's life when they begin to fantasize about being married and having a loving husband who will treat them like queens, and who will love them no matter what.
Well, I'm so socially disconnected from people nowadays, I feel as though you passed me by a long time ago. Whether you will come back to me... or meet me for the first time, I don't know when, and I don't even know if I'll be ready by then, but I'm very much looking forward to that day.
Imagine, me, you...
A lovely house, preferably next to a beach... I'll be in the kitchen cooking while out children wrestle on the floor. (I sound like a helpless romantic.)
Regardless,
My dearest, future-lover...
I have nothing to say. And I'm at a loss for words.
Your Lover,
Lori.
 R a a w i y a · Sat Dec 11, 2010 @ 12:00am · 0 Comments |
