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Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Dear Boy

Yes! I found the "Dear Boy" counterpart to my previous post.

I did a bit of research this morning and I found out that these two letters were originally published in Chicken Soup for the Soul 3.

They're both really cute... it makes me wonder, if I were to write a letter to my future husband / boyfriend when I was still single, what would I say? Hmmmm.... Maybe it will also sound kind of like this...

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Dear Boy,

I do not know who you are, or where or when we will meet, but I do hope it is soon.

I pray that when we meet and fall in love, you will love me, for me, and not hope for someone thinner or prettier. I hope you won't compare me to girls who may have brighter smiles. I hope that you will make me laugh, take care of me if I get sick, and be trustworthy.

I hope that you will remember that I prefer daisies to roses, and know my favorite color changes with my mood. Please know that my eyes aren't blue, they are gray, with flecks of navy.

Please know I might be too shy to kiss you first, but please don't be afraid to kiss me. I won't slap you or push you away. I'm sure your kisses will be perfect. When we go on a date, please don't stress about where to take me; what's important is that I'm with you.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Dear Girl

I found this cute and sweet "letter" on the other side of one of our scratch papers. Sometimes, you actually do get to find treasures among "trash", after all. :)

Dear Girl,

I feel that the time has come for me to have a girlfriend. I know you're out there somewhere. Don't worry, I'll find you.

And when I do, I hope that you will love me because I'm Derek, not because I'm Mike's younger brother. I hope you won't be embarrassed when my clothes don't match, or be annoyed when I want to watch the Lakers on ESPN, instead of Party of Five.

I hope that you will remember I play soccer, not football, and that I play midfield, not defense, and that every weekend I live with my dad.

I pray that you'll love me despite my tendency to forget birthdays, and if your parents invite me to dinner, please write their names really small on my hand so I can use it for reference.