An Open Letter to My Future Lover (Please read on, it might be YOU)
Dear Future Lover:
I am writing you this open letter to speed up the process of you finding me and vice versa. Last October, I wrote a post expressing my desire to find Mr. Right. Here’s an excerpt of my post to refresh your memory:
Is it right to find Mr. Right? Mr. Right, that one person that just feel right for me; the one person who complements me, The One (both t and o in capital!), HIM! Since I was aware that I need somebody else to somehow “complete” me, I have been longing for someone to be my special someone. And one thing I learned since then, longing hurts. It hurts to feel the emptiness of your heart that no matter what you do, you could not just fill it up. It pains to realize that after all the search, there is still the void of emptiness. I haven’t met the one; the someone that would make my life different. I have tried going out for dates, meeting new people. I have been used, abused, manipulated and terribly hurt, only because I thought that if I only give-in, I will have Mr. Right.
I am not looking for Mr. Perfect; I am looking for Mr. Right. Someone once said to me that I live in a fairy tale. That although I have a good grasp of what I want, I might have overlooked the fact I might be too idealistic in my search for Mr. Right. That in reality, there is no knight in shining armor or Prince Charming; that the frog, when kissed will just remain a frog. But I am not looking for Prince Charming but for Mr. Right. Mr. Right for me is someone who, unabashedly, will sing me a song or recite to me a poem he had written. He isn’t necessarily good looking but pleasantly clean and neat. He is confident, and supportive, understanding and romantic. He is adventurous, encouraging me to try new things and discover new activities. Sometimes, he is quiet, preferring a night on the bed, talking or holding hands at the movies. He would enjoy going to the beach once in a while and with me, wait for the sun to set, the moon and stars to come out, sleep on the sand with the waves of the sea lulling us to sleep only to be awakened by the sunrise. An evening where he will cook pasta and set the table with candles and have dessert while listening to Josh Groban’s version of “Broken Vow” would just be right. We could have the same taste in music, food, books; or not. He can be very complicated, and I would cherish every moment in my life I’m sharing with him understanding his complexity. He could be simple and I would enjoy every moment of simple life, as long as it’s with him. I’ll share with him every thought, dreams and aspirations I have. He could be of my age, or older. He could be all of the above… or not, again, I’m not looking for Mr. Perfect or Prince Charming, just the one, someone who would feel right to me. I hope that sooner or later, I would bump into him, look into his eyes, the world will stop for a second, all the bells will ring and realized that at long last, I met Mr. Right.
For those who have qualms if indeed I wrote the above piece, I guarantee you that I did. The above post shall be coming out in a magazine next year with my real name at the byline. After this post came out, I received lots of e-mails and text messages. There was even one guy who unashamedly copied my post and put his number instead. For those who responded, my thanks to you. Unfortunately, you and I realized that you are not my Mr. Right neither am I yours. I appreciate the lessons and wisdom I learned in meeting you guys.
Anyway, you might have read the post or not, you might be busy such that you didn’t respond through e-mail nor sent me a text message nor called me. But if you are reading this post and have already read this far, you are interested, right?
I just watched Cameron Diaz’ “The Sweetest Thing” last night. What struck me most was the realization that however long one played on being a single, one realizes that there is a right time to say to oneself “yes, I’m ready to be with my special someone, yes, I’m ready to quit the game.” That yes, I am tired of the ritual and I am ready to settle down and be with my special someone. I am saying all these things now.
I don’t want to start my new life next year on pretensions. Yes, I am not goodlooking. Yes, I am not your fantasy. I’ll tell you who I am. I am just a simple guy. I may be childish at times, sensitive, with a streak of jealousy on the side. These may be my faults, at least, these prove I’m not a figment of the imagination and that I am human. I am capable of loving and caring for someone. I have so much love to give and I want to give it to someone. I already love myself. I have accepted myself for what I am. That’s why I am so much ready to give love to someone else.
