Letters to Mr. Right: Letter #14

"He wasn't the type for displays of affection, either verbal or not. He was disgusted by couples that made out in the hallways between classes, and got annoyed at even the slightest sapppy moments in movies. But I knew he cared about me: he just conveyed it more subtly, as concise with expressing this emotion as he was with everything else. It was in the way he'd put his hand on the small of my back, for instance, or how he'd smile at me when I said something that surprised him. Once I might have wanted more, but I'd come around to his way of thinking in the time we'd been together. And we were together, all the time. So he didn't have to prove how he felt about me. Like so much else, I should just know.”  ~ Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

Dear Mr. Right,

I'm ready for someday to be today.  I think mostly, I look forward to the little things.  Sitting on the couch together watching football.  Grocery shopping on Sunday afternoon.  Holding hands in church.  Talking about what to cook for dinner.  Fighting over the remote.  Sharing my favorite blanket.  The smell of cologne in the bathroom in the mornings.  The afternoons spent on the future front porch swing.  You walking on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street when we go somewhere together.  Dancing in the kitchen on a random Tuesday.

Because those things?  They'll be my definition of paradise. 

That Johnny Cash knows what he's talking about.

Waiting for that day,

Me

*Linking up with Ashley!