To My Future Wife
Though who you are, I know not now, but I wait on you.
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Letter #23: Eighteen
Mar 2nd, 2012 10:07pm
Today was my eighteenth birthday, and well it really is a strange feeling. To be considered a legal adult, to be able to buy a pack of cigarettes, to be able to buy lottery tickets, or to start a 401K. Of course only I would think of all these things, but it didn’t hit me that I was really an adult until my relatives gave me enormous sums of money. I’m an adult now, with bigger needs, which means more money that is supposed to be used somehow in a wise way. I don’t like growing up, but the reality is I can’t stop it. I guess I know that I will still have my days, just I have to be mature about it. I can’t go around screwing with life anymore because I have responsibilities now. I am an adult, but more importantly I am a Christian adult. There are more temptations open now, I can legally do the immoral things, I can legally ruin my life, and no one can help me when I do. But I thank God that He has raised me to this age. It’s amazing, but he has nurtured me for 18 years, there must be some great plan in store for me. It’s like I am an 18 year project or investment, which God just pours His blessings and love on. I can already feel that I am going to be used for something great, and something that will completely change the world. Though I am eighteen today, I am still growing, I am still maturing, and I am still a Christian. I just can’t forget these things.
Regards,
Tony
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Letter #22: The Catalyst
Feb 29th, 2012 8:58pm
What if we didn’t have time? I think I saw a post about how clocks don’t exist, something something something. If time didn’t exist, would we still suffer from death, or experience happiness? Time. If there were no time, I wouldn’t have to be waiting for a wife, yet would I even be born to be married. I think I’ll find that photo and you’ll understand what I mean by what I am saying. But yes, time is a catalyst, the movement to thoughts, actions, life. Now that I think about it, I myself am a catalyst. I need to be assertive, as the man, to first make the move on you, who ever you are. To be the first one to make myself vulnerable, open to rejection, yet to pass all the fears. A catalyst, I am.
That’s All,
Tony
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Letter #21: Special
Feb 29th, 2012 8:52pm
It happens once every four years, the leap day.
It’s the day when there an extra twenty four hours,
to laugh, to live, to cry, to love.
Some people take today, to make a better tomorrow,
Others waste the day, moving closer to death.
Today’s the day, the leap of time,
The leap of faith, that makes this day special.
Why am I writing about this?
It’s a moment that I want to cherish, to remember.
It’s a holiday, that only comes once every four years
It’s a memory of what I did four years ago.
It’s a plan for what I will do four years later.
It’s a day for me to catch up on life.
It’s a day that makes me think,
Time to write a letter for my thoughts.
Pensive,
Tony
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Letter #20: Respect and Admiration
Feb 26th, 2012 9:54pm
As I am getting older, I realize that it’s the little things a person does for another that makes a difference. I take so many things for granted that I have indeed become spoiled and at times ungrateful. I hope I never treat this way, and I hope you know that I married you because I knew you we’re exactly the woman I was looking for. Funny, but because I write these letters, I can already get a sense of what kind of person you are, what you value, what you believe in, and what is important to you. Not to limit myself, but as I write these letters, I think you’ll greatly appreciate these words. You are grateful person, you are kind, patient, supportive, and reasonable. You love hugs! because I do too. You can be a kid at times, but you carry yourself out with dignity. Am I limiting you? I don’t think I am because when I think of you, nothing is impossible. You are driven, probably like me, which is why I am attracted to you. You are truly an individual whom I can respect, so much so I married you. This letter is getting mushy, at least in my opinion, however it is the truth. You have such a confidence, yet a beautiful coyness and docility. What do you look like? I know not physically, but I can already see your heart years before I have even met you.
With Respect and Admiration,
Tony
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Letter #19: Grown Up
Feb 23rd, 2012 10:40pm
I guess I’ll say it, I wish some people would grow up. However, the fact that I am complaining about this, does indeed make me immature. Well, what can I say? I need to grow up a lot too. Usually my growing up stages always happen during summer break, when I am away from high school life. It’s probably because high schoolers are superficial, childish, silly, cold-hearted at times, misunderstood, confused beings. In fact, I still sometimes see myself as an immature high schooler, though I do think it takes a tinge of maturity to admit that. However, it doesn’t feel so great whenever I lose a game, no matter how trivial it is, it doesn’t feel so good to be laughed at or called names, it doesn’t feel so lovely to be teased even if it is just for fun, and it definitely is not a walk in the park to be compared to other people. So why do we do it? Because it’s high school and we need to grow up. Sometimes I wish I had enough courage to stand up against the things listed, but then I falter. I do though at times, with patience and boldness, and I think I am getting better at it, but not all the time. I usually don’t do anything unless something is completely wrong, which makes me complacent, which can be bad sometimes. Maybe college will be different.
Still Growing,
Tony
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Letter #18: Style Change
Feb 22nd, 2012 6:54pm
You know, guys will do anything to get a girl’s attention. So what does this mean? Well, it simply means that my grandpa, who is a very fly man, and my mother took me shopping. They apparently think that I don’t really dress myself as well as I should, but I’m okay with the way I dress. I guess I’m open to some advice about my look, but I don’t think that should be the only thing people look at. Although, I do believe first impressions are very quintessential to the foundation of one’s opinion of another. Man, that sounded smart, I feel like a genius whenever I use q-word. But back to the point, I guess I’m going through that phase of dressing like a classy man. Why of course I’ll post a picture, probably right after this letter, of what I am wearing, or well what my mother and grandpa would like me to wear. I actually like it, I think I look pretty decent. It’s funny how I always tell myself, looks don’t matter, but I end up caring about them a little bit. Superficial? Yes, at times. Conceited? I have my moments. But I don’t think the clothes I wear match my level of swagger. I should really work more on my confidence, and maybe the clothes can help, but I don’t want to be completely immersed into it.
Stylish,
Tony
