Hey boy,
How are you? Notice I used 'how' instead of 'who'. In this respect, I am learning to be patient. I hope you are doing well. Maybe you're in high school still, though somehow I doubt it. It seems more likely that you are few years older than me. We'll see.
I addressed this to a partner, because even though sometimes that word is awkward and people at the PTA meetings give you funny looks, I don't need to be married to you. It might make things more convenient, certainly, but I think we'll know, without the law telling us, that we are devoted to each other. And maybe you're not into marriage. Maybe you come from a divorced family. You're probably not religious. Thus, partner.
A lot of the time, I think I have a type of boy in mind. Clever, honest, and creative. This is what I am drawn to, in my seventeenth year (My birthday is December 7th, boy. Don't forget it.) But obviously this changes: I have learned that I have hard time dealing with the upwardly mobile, or at least, the overly ambitious and that I find tempers extremely unattractive. I suppose really, it won't matter because I'm hoping that everything I want and every flaw that I can handle with manifest itself in you, so I don't really need to determine anything. Really, I'm just talking in my hat here. Moving on.
Just so you know, I want children. Not a ton of them. Three maybe. But there will be babies, boy, mark my words. Not right away. And if there are problems, we'll adopt. But children are a must and I am not willing to negotiate on these terms. Naming said spawn, is an entirely different matter. Your opinion in this and every other matter is precious, even though sometimes I am sure it will piss me off that you take the opposing stance.
Speaking of which, I hope we fight about important things. I don't want to quibble with you. Bickering is exhausting. Although our arguments can't be too all encompassing. That can break things too. We'll find a balance I am sure, if we have both picked carefully enough.
I am a little frightened of the world. There are opportunities out there that I don't want to miss. You, for example. And I've only got one chance. So if I falter and wander for a little while, I appreciate in advance, your patience. Really. I know that it will be hard. I will try to focus quickly.
Anyway, I guess I can't wait to meet you. I'm not really looking very hard right now (Teenage boys feel very young), but I'm preparing. I'm getting good grades, and trying to be a decent, benevolent person. I'm playing cello like a maniac. I'm molding a girl that you will love someday. And that's pretty exciting.
So I guess I'll see you soon. Be good and safe, boy.
I love you,
piper
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don't give up your standards- not even for a second. it's lovely that you have them and although i can't tell you from experience- i believe the wait is worth it. <3
Dear Piper's Future Partner,
Don't fuck up.
Or I'll fuck you up.
Sincerely,
Piper's Friend
Dear Piper,
Nice letter. I'm sure he'll turn out to be more than you hoped for, and I won't have to fuck anyone up. I just sent the previous letter for good measure.
Love,
Demi
Just remember if there is ever even one second of doubt then it is not your boy.
Do not forget this.
You'll go to UPS and you'll see him around campus, drinking his coffee and carrying some instrument. I could totally see you dating some chill college guy. :)
Regarding the doubt- I don't always think it's a bad thing. Certain types of doubt can be, but it also means you're pushing your boundaries, and that's almost always a good thing. You just have to be able to tell the difference between sincere doubt and boundary-pushing.
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