To My Future Wife

Lady,

I don't know what I did before I met you, or how I got along in the world. My unrelenting libido making me feel like a kid in a candy store. I didn't know what I wanted, so I wanted all of it. Temptation was everywhere.

There were gum balls, but as I ran to them I fell in love with taffy. Before I took three steps, fudge became my infatuation. Hard candy. Confections. Novelty treats.

On and on it went. For years. Telling the same stories, using the same lines. The same disappointment the moment I got what I thought I wanted. It was exhausting. I lived on junk food. I wasn't hungry, but I certainly wasn't full. Only now does it occur to me that I needed every disappointment, every failure, and every fleeting crush. Had it not been for them, I would have not learned enough about myself and love to be your man. I had to ruin a fair share of relationships to get where I was when I met you.

Strangely I can hardly remember anything before you. A room once lit by candle light looks almost unrecognizable after being revealed by the sun.

It was always you. You were worth the wait. At times that I thought it'd never work between us. There was doubt, and desperation, and loneliness. It was never fate that brought us together. God wasn't looking out for us. The universe could care less about our happiness. It was luck. Dumb, blind luck.

I'm a lucky man.

I love you. Tell our son I love him. Never thought I'd be a Dad.

Your husband,

Nick