Dear Future Lover,

I’d love to think your name is extremely sexy and rolls off my tongue easily. Maybe something different and frequently mispronounced like mine. I’m hoping you’re at least a head taller than me to fit my five foot two height. No, I’m not writing this in order to define such words I hope you’ll be like. My real reason is to simply to say I’ll no longer be waiting for you.

It’s something I decided since I was little actually. That my first kiss would be my first boyfriend and we’d be together for a damn good long time. I’m in my Senior year of high school and I must admit the sick sweetness of being “in love” at this age or even just being with someone who you’re “exclusively dating” is pretty tempting.

This doesn’t mean I’ve given up on meeting you nor does it mean I’ll start dating any willing guy to make up for lost time. Rather, I’m not going to be so intent on finding you and let things fall into place themselves. Yeah, that’s it. Let fate take its course.

Let me just tell you I’m weird. I know I’m weird. I listen to foreign music, pretty much stalk people I’ll never talk to, and I’m so inexperienced with relationships. I haven’t so much even “talked” to boy. But don’t let that scare you off. I eat whatever and whenever I want; I like being active (except running!) and would play one-on-one with you anytime; and I sure do love a a good challenge, be it at mario kart or a plain old bet.

In the meantime, don’t worry about finding me. I have amazing friends, a loving huge family, and the self-respect to know I’ll be perfectly fine. Having you there would just make my life all the worth living.

So until we meet, keep doing your thing as will I. Just promise to not stop looking for me because I promise I’m right here. Keep your eyes open because I’m positive, just as everything else, we’ll meet when the time is absolutely right.

Love,

Kathlynn