A Letter to His Wife

A letter to His fiancée,

       I don’t know you yet, but by the time that this letter becomes relevant to you I hope I have the pleaser of really knowing the fiancée of the man I would die for, or more appropriately, spend the rest of my life with. Please be the girl that when you were younger could see how the sky was filled with more than just the color blue. Please be the girl that learned how to say goodbye and learned that it’s okay to say no and learned that soon enough the hero stands and fights and puts down the bottle or the past or whatever you were using for a life. Please be someone that can learn to love him more and more each morning you have the pleasure of waking up beside him. Be the girl that can’t find home anywhere else than right beside him. Learn to never cut what can be untied. Learn that your nightmares can be stopped by the love he sees in you. Learn that being in love is like poison, flowing through your veins, filling you from the very thought of his touch. And know that love is and should be a pleaser. Not another something you can fear. Learn that life begins at the end of your comfort zone. Know that he is gentle. He won’t ever pick apart the fragile pedals of a reborn flower inside your core. Pain is just a side effect of love and it only comes when you do nothing and except its welcome. Never let it slip your mind that he is smart, really very smart. If you have something difficult to tell him, odds are he’s already on to you. And it won’t be until he’s gone that you will see what a gift that really is. Life is made up of special moments which make it worth living. That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it too. There are many cherished moments that are missed due to the stress and fast pace of daily living. We must slow down and remember how precious it is to be alive and to love. Lastly, when you fear that the light is fading and the moment’s exploding; out of 6,972,848,504 people, he choose you. 

                                             With great devotion, the girl that sees only blue.

~Other Letters to Great Men's Great Women~

A letter to the wife of the boy with carrot top hair and a sunny though occasionally vague disposition,

Congrats on getting this far. I hope he will treat you well. I know he never stopped trying for me, I can only imagine what it would be like to be loved by him. Please, though, never forget why you love him and never stop giving to him all that you can because he will always try to give you more. I know that. Don’t ever forget that he’s a lover not a fighter, but he will fight for what he loves even if you never see it. One last thing for me, please always do all you can to keep him spontaneous. With care, his loving Hermia.

A letter to his husband,

Never for one moment think that he doesn't love and care and treasure your very existence. I mean, I don’t know you, but I know him well enough that he always strives to protect those he loves. Sometimes he becomes a little too vulnerable to those he devotes himself to but that means he’s open to you protecting him. This man has ran through hell and back. Don’t ever allow him to mope back to those dark places he’s known. And in return you will receive more love, more care, more happiness than you could ever find with anyone else. I know it. With poise, his shoulder to cry on.

A letter to the wife of a soldier,

You are so lucky you know. You have fallen for his masterpiece of a man. I know he doesn't think that now himself, but really he is a one of a kind. You know that. This soldier needs somebody strong to fight by his side, and he has found you. My advice to you is to never blink at the brightness of the sunrise. Never neglect those privet conversations. Always encourage his dreams, whether he wants to be a hero, a Viking, or even a poet. I know that he can become anything he thinks is possible as long as he keeps facing the army front and never turns in fear of the bullets and blows that come his way. Break a leg, his one time Fiona.