A letter to MyselfDear... Well, me.
So... A letter to myself. I'll go ahead and start with the more serious things and work my way down.
Does he still love you? Do you still love him? We say it'll last forever, and I certainly hope it does.
....but does it?
We have our kids' names picked out. He told me he loved me before we even went on a date. I've never felt this about anyone ever. Is he the one?
...I hope so...
What did you do with your life? I sit up at night wondering what to do. There are so many options...
But which one?
Do you have kids yet?
What are their names? Did you stick with Sophie? Noah? Or something else?
Are you still a picky eater? I'm sorta terrified that I'll grow up and eat icky things like prunes and twigs.
Is your hair still AWESOME? I hope so.
Well... There are thousands of things I'd like to ask you. Er... Me. But I guess I'll just have to wait...