That Kind Of Woman

Future husband, 

I know it seems superfluous that I should want for my own pair of striped pajamas. It is so useless and silly because we both know I will steal your top, or bottoms and parade around on Saturday mornings making feasts to break our fast. 

We both know I will steal your wool socks, and worn in sweatshirts. Your button ups are not safe from my wanting gaze.  Your boots receive my feet in hurried movements when I rush outside to walk the dog or shoo away a possum. Your pants slide smoothly onto me when I pull them on to run an errand, hanging low on my hips baggy, cuffed at the bottom. Your wardrobe will be our wardrobe, you willingly agreed to this the first moment you let me borrow your shirt. You agreed the first time you said I love you.

You, knowing I am selfish in my love. I want love, not for myself but for the us that is never defined and never complete. We are continually shaped beings. My angle of you will never full reveal you, and your angle of me will show you only one side. But know I too have limited angles of myself. Know I will love you. That I do love you. You know. Or you will. 

Know that my love is celebrated in the moments I wear what belongs to you. The moments I carry you more than in my heart but on my body. We are not one, we are not fused together, but the moments when I don yours, it feels so right, as though there is no distinction, you are a part of me. 

Love, 

Your kind of woman. 

(Source: thatkindofwoman)

If you want to buy me some nice jewelry or take me out to a fancy dinner, instead just get me some Double Monks. I’d know you “get” me. Also, you know you love the sound of His’ and Her’s double monks better than some diamonds. 

Love,

Kat

I hope you don’t mind. I sometimes don’t realize how aggressively I drive. I just thrive on the fast pace, weaving, challenges that present themselves on country roads, mountain roads and highways. I’ll always let you control the music when I drive. And I hope you understand when you drive I get to set the soundtrack then.

Yours,

Katharine

It’s been sometime since I have written to you. I am sorry for that. 

Will you, please one day take me to dancing lessons. Where we can learn to tango, and waltz? I hope that’s not it though. Can we dance around our kitchen barefooted? outside of parties on the pavement? When we wake in the morning? Please, even though I can’t dance, and I am a klutz, dance with me. 

Love yours forever,

Katharine

Dearest Future Husband,

I am terribly lazy. You most likely have noticed this, us being eventually married. I mean, it is evident in things like me not folding my laundry right away.  Or when I don’t always make the bed in the morning. It’s not on purpose. Really, its the sort of laziness that comes from having a mind always on the run. My mind doesn’t recognize that this is something that could offend someone in my life, and something else distracts me before I get things done. It’s just the way I am in my life right now. Currently, I am trying to be more aware of these sort of things and change them now instead of later. Please understand the kinks in my person. I mean, I bet you do some lazy things too. If you just give me a loving push or pinch in the butt, sometimes that helps more than you know. 

Love,

Katharine

Dear Future husband,

Take note: I do not want a hokey jewelry store commercial scripted moment when you give me jewelry. Especially an engagement ring. 

Thank you dearest.

Love,

K

Dearest Future Husband,

I would like a fireplace in the farm house I, I mean, we will eventually settle in.

Love,

K

• Honey
• Darling
• Loser- yes I use this as an endearment
• Babe
• Stud
• His full name.
• Stud muffin.
• Honey bunches of oats
• Love, pronounced “luv”
• and a specific endearment for his ears only

I want you to know I have lots of plans. For me, for us, for our future. I hope know you will understand. I am romantic. I am emotional. I am all the mess. However, I am me. I am characteristics, and flaws. I am dreams and hopes. I can’t wait to meet you. I know I post about you on here, and it was never intentional. I started with very little followers, and now I am at this number. Big to some, small to others, but it’s not my intention to find you on here. I won’t find you on here. Even if this is how we meet, I will find you in the moments we spend side by side, facing the future and sharing stupid faces. I will not find you by liked posts, messages and comments.

I want you to know I am not looking for you. Because I know it’s just not time. You are the present that I will get someday. Waiting patiently I am here posting about you, because then one day I can show you how silly I was at this age, or how I thought about you before you existed. I know you will understand, and in the moments where I let you read my thoughts and feelings and see my stupid gpoy’s you will laugh and reassure me. You will understand. I love you. 

Yours,

Katharine