Dear Future Boyfriends,

It’s bizarre to think that you’re walking on this planet right now – maybe you’ve even walked past me but the stars didn’t align on that particular occasion (but we both know they will eventually). Maybe you’ve spoken to me; you might find me annoying right now, but one day you won’t. Maybe you’re the boy that sat next to me on the bus this morning, but we were both too lost in our own little worlds of earbuds and music and whether Becky was meeting me in the hall at 8.25 or not. Maybe you’re the boy whose name I never remember but we’ll wind up sitting next to each other in college and find out that we both heart The 1975. Maybe. Maybe we’ll last a few weeks before I realise what an enormous douchebag you are. Maybe we’ll last several months before you discover that I’m a “glass half empty” person. We might even last many years before, out of nowhere, everything crumbles and suddenly what once felt so right feels so…empty. Like it was all for nothing. Is it all for nothing? Cause when you think about it, every single one of your relationships will end. None of them were meant to last. As Queen Lana says, they were born to die.

Except one. The One. The only one that will last forever. That’s what makes it all worthwhile. So maybe this letter should be titled Dear The One (dear one?). Hi. You know nothing about me right now, but one day you’ll know me like I know myself. I don’t even know you’re first name, but in the future, everyday, you’ll inspire me and make me a better person. There are no maybes with you. Because even if, by some unknown force of nature, we lost everything else we hold dear to ourselves in this world, it wouldn’t be the end, because we’d still have each other, and that will be more than enough. Our love story will be so epic that not even one thousand and one novels could be written on the subject (or double that number of Hollywood film adaptations). Whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine are the same. We’ll love each other til death do us part, and even beyond that, when we reach the gates together, we’ll look back upon our lives; our only regret will be that we didn’t meet each other sooner, so that we could spend even longer loving each other.