Dear Future Wife (X)

Mpito wa Upepo (Shifting winds)

Photo by Nipun Haldar on Unsplash

My love, I might sound like a broken record, but I will never be tired of telling you how wonderful loving is. And beyond that, you just know how to love. For you, it’s as effortless as blinking one’s eyes. And I love the idea of doing this with you for a life time, and a thousand more. And I have learned some things in the time that I have known you.

You and I are imperfect halves. We are full beings, drawn together like tides meeting the shore. And still, there’s this delicate balance. A quiet, sacred rhythm, where your softness meets my strength, and your stillness steadies my fire.

You bring out the “very articulate, careful and perfectly planned stuff” part of me, because usually I am just very spontaneous. I never plan anything. I just “go with the flow”. But you, my love, are quite meticulous, cleaning everything and everywhere with different cleaning agents? Could never be me, lol.

Days come to us differently, with different energy and feelings, but that’s just life. And even though we do not get the same versions of each other everyday, I will give you all of me, everyday. And I will lead you right.

Some days, I’ll bring the sunshine.
Other days, I’ll need your calm to quiet the thunder behind my ribs.
But always, I promise: I’ll be your home.

This is my vow, to be your shelter. Not only when life is warm and golden, but also when the sky breaks open and everything feels unsure.
Not just the days when your laugh fills the room,
but especially on the ones when silence hangs heavy and tears linger on your lashes.

I want to know you deeply — not just your favorite songs or how you like your bobba or nutella biscuits, but the very version of you that only shows up when no one’s watching. I want to know the foundation of every story behind the scars you’ve hidden with your concealer.
I want to be the one you exhale around, your breath of fresh air, the arms you fall into when the world has been unkind.

And I will also need this favor, when the tide turns on me — when I’m worn and weathered, please reach for me.
Be my anchor when I drift, and my cover when the cold comes close.

Because this, this love, our love — it’s not about performing perfection.
It’s about knowing there’s a hand reaching back, always, no matter what.

You don’t need to be everything. Just be.
And I will stay.

Let’s build a sanctuary in each other,
where honesty feels like breath and presence is the loudest music.

This love?
It’s not a transaction. It’s a testimony. Of two souls choosing, again and again,
not because they have to, but because they want to.

So when people ask what it feels like to be held right,
I hope we are the answer. You, and I.

Always,
Yours.