Hi!! I know this note is a few months overdue, so I hope you understand that I just had to make it perfect. With these words, I want to give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes, and in doing so, make it abundantly clear how special you are to me.
Now I know you asked me to pour out my heart to you, but before the feels, I have to let you inside of my head. I still have some explaining to do and I know that a few flattering words can't justify some of my past actions. My hope is that this letter will be able to untangle and plainly present the thoughts behind my previously flawed, yet well-intended relationship rationale.
Thoughts on Marriage/Dating:
As you are well aware at this point, I take dating very seriously...probably too seriously….no, definitely too seriously. I've seen from others just how glorious marriage is, but I've also seen just how demanding and difficult it can be. I've heard that it requires an enormous amount of humility and an even greater amount of selflessness; both qualities that my inflated ego and stubborn ways have fought for years. Knowing that marriage will be tough, I've taken extreme measures to find the perfect person.
My Mistakes:
Unfortunately for you, these extreme measures led me to drafting up things like amateur compatibility tests, long lists of turn-on and turn-offs, and moronic charts that weigh the pros and cons of the dating life. In addition to my own tests, lists and charts, I had accumulated the checklists given to me by my family, my friends, and the church. And if that wasn't enough already, I told myself and God that I wanted to stay celibate and that I wanted my next relationship to be characterized by the unconditional love of the Bible. What I had failed to realize amidst all the criteria was that I was trapping myself between two phases of dating; just beyond the 'get to know you' phase and just shy of the 'I'm not ready for this' phase. But that's where I stayed for almost five years; shying away from total commitment and leaving girls either sad or confused.
After college, I realized that I needed a new and less-damaging strategy. Being the crazy planner that I am, I mapped out my post-grad timeline and decided that mathematically, twenty-seven was the perfect age to finally commit. Waiting until then would allow me several years to consider all my options and focus on my own goals before taking on someone else's. And it all made sense to me. I had assessed and analyzed my way to the optimal rational answer. Nothing could go wrong.
You:
That was until you came along. You were peculiar and beautiful and those were two qualities that I had never seen weaved together so beautifully before. At the time, I was happily single and ready to 'give life the cues' for each major event in my timeline at the proper time. Only problem was that you hadn't read my script, and you most definitely weren't taking my cues.
You found little ways to break down my walls, and open me up. I was so unused to being understood before you came along, and the more time that we spend together, the more that I realized how rare of a fit you were for my heart. The problem was that I was still scared and far from ready, so I started re-building my walls. For some reason, I just didn't think it could be that easy. I expected relationships to be sought after, complex, and to be found with only the greatest amount of guile.
The second time that we dated I quite literally "fell" into love with you. I say that because you took away all my stability and balance in the process. I don't remember the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words that started it; I just know I was in the middle of it before I was aware it had begun. To keep myself from being overwhelmed, I would lie to you, telling you that I liked you when I knew for a fact that I already loved you. You became terrifying to me, and not because I feared who you were, but because I knew what you were capable of doing to me. As things progressed and got more serious, those checklists and timelines found their way back into my head, and with the paralyzing pressure of too many thoughts and feelings, I called it off again. I called it off because I was immature, and because I wanted more control. I still wish that I could rewrite the past, because I was dumb and let fear get the best of me. I'm sorry that I ever learned words that make you cry. I promise I'm still doing my best to learn the ones that make you smile.
If only I would've looked up from my silly google docs and broken relationship calculus two years earlier, I would've seen what I see so clearly now…. that you're a no-brainer Sami, and I don't need a formula or equation to prove it. I just want to be with you. It's as simple and as complicated as that. As I think about it now, I understand that my efforts to over-plan were just an attempt to muster more control and hide from irrational fears. Lucky for me, life doesn't always go as I planned, because in this case, it looks like God had better plans in mind for me.
The moment I saw you again under the Frost Tower, I knew that I was going to continue falling head over heels for you until I finally stuck the landing. I've never told you this, but I was secretly glad that you didn't let me win you over easily the third time around. I wanted it to take more than a cocktail and short dinner at the Driscoll to win over the girl of my dreams. I wanted to rob a bank and pay a ransom. I wanted to be your knight in shining armor and sweep you off your feet, but it turned out that you were the badass princess that was coming to rescue me.
Now you might be wondering why I have yet to mention anything so far about age. Well I thought about it a lot as I was writing this, and even though I talked about it repeatedly during our breakups, age was never really the issue. The real worry here was losing sight of my lifelong goals. I thought that I was being forced to choose between my dreams in life and you. Because of the age difference, I assumed that my deadlines for achieving certain goals were going to be cut in half. The good news is that my assumptions were dead wrong. I just need you to support me in my goals and aspirations, and give me some more time to accomplish them. I've always had big plans for my life, and with all of the time that we were spending together, I was afraid for the first time that I was going to have to compromise on them. I love spending time with you, but I just need some time by myself every once in a while to pursue my own aspirations so that I can include you in them and more easily help you achieve your own. It's why I have taken such an interest in writing down and outlining your goals and dreams in the first place.
Heart/Feels:
Alright, enough explaining. Now it's time to get to the heart stuff and let out all the feels. Sami-Jane Pendergast, you are exactly, precisely, and perfectly what I waited for. If I have a type, then it's you. I don't understand the when or the why of all this, I just know it's you. I've already slipped into an intimacy from which I know I will never recover.
I don't know how you put up with me, but despite all of my craziness, you make me feel so loved. And it's not just the relationship issues you put up with, you accept ALL of the parts of me that I am not proud of. When I am selfish, you allow me to momentarily feel like the world revolves around me. When I am shelled off, you open my shell and crawl into it with me. When I need space you willingly give it to me (even though I know you don't want to). When I am distant and detached you are constant and committed. When I am awkward, you…. are awkward with me.
I can sincerely say that I feel your love every day. And I know that other people do to. You continue to amaze me with your small acts of kindness and endless excitement for people and life. You somehow find a way to enrich the lives of everyone you come in contact with. The more I see you, the more I see in you, and the more I learn about you, the more I crave to know. You're just so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.
The best part is, I'm not in love with the idealized version of you in my head, nor the dream of what you might be one day. I'm not in love with a perfect or blameless woman. I'm in love with the real you with all your flaws and imperfections. I love the you that I'm looking at right now. I can see who God is making you and it excites me. I want to be part of that.
If I haven't made it clear yet, then I'll tell you now explicitly. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to be with someone like you, who dreams of doing everything in life, and nothing on a rainy Sunday afternoon. I want to turn your dreams into plans, and I want to be your chef, your best friend, and your cuddle-bug. There are so many things that I want to do and experience in my life Sami, and there is no one that I would rather share those future memories and moments with than you.
So this is what I commit to you. First and foremost, I promise to love you beyond reason, even though that might scare me in the beginning. I promise that I'll proudly surrender to you and let you break down the rest of my walls. I promise to make your life exciting, and I promise to work on my patience and my stubbornness. I promise there will always be room for your hand in mine and I promise that I'll always make room in my bed for you too. I have no desire for sharing you, and I want to make this official. But since it was by chance that we met and by chance that we ended back up together, I say we leave it up to chance one last time. So let's flip a coin and let fate decide. Heads: I'm yours. Tails: You're mine.