Dear Future Lover

Dear future lover, I am not easy to love. I am unworthy. I will shower you in affection and yet feel as though I do not deserve yours I am destructive. I will cry and scream and call myself horrible names because something, everything, is all my fault. I am worried. I live each day feeling as though one day you will be gone, left for a girl easier to love. I am irritating. I will talk and talk and talk about whatever it is I'm interested in and just hope that you share my enthusiasm. I am fragile. My heart is easily broken, and I've lost the instructions for how to reassemble it. I am angry. The world has not been kind to me, and it's left me bitter and rough around the edges. But despite these faults, I can promise you my undying devotion. I offer my heart, though it is cracked and full of sorrow. I offer my hand, though it is scarred and calloused. I offer my mind, though it is scattered and full of silly ideas. I offer my soul, though it is weary and battered. And I hope, when we meet, that you will treasure me, as I will treasure you. With love, Your future wife.