Category Archives: Life and love
Tagged letters, silly stuff, UGblogweek
Dear future husband,
Where are you? Nga, I have waited. I think I miss you already because riyalle, we haven’t met yet we ought to have met already. That might not make sense to you but it makes perfect sense to me. Me, I miss the person I know you will be when you come into my life. But where are you? What’s your name? I need to get accustomed to what my new name will sound like.
Want to know how much I miss you? I talk to you, in my head, when I’m alone. I laugh at the jokes you will tell me one day, stare at gifts that I know you will buy me, and add locations that I think we should visit to my bucketlist. Kwegamba, I know you will you will be loving, caring, generous and hella interesting before I even meet you.
I had a dream about you last night. In it, you were clad in a soft silk dress. It was yellow and hang loosely over your body. There were people in the room with you, but all their voices seemed muted and their faces and forms blurred. I remember seeing you smile as you spoke to one of them but it felt empty, another mask you wore to hide your pain.