An Open Letter to the one I Love



(transcribed in print)




 Jamie,


I think that falling in love and losing your mind share some enormous common traits! If they’re even different at all. If the first is not just the other, dressed in a fancy button down. I have so many things I want to say to you, but the first is this:


I’ve again and again imagined every single version of you. At every age, any height, with and without your hair, clothes, and teeth. I just madly love them all! I love even the versions of you that I have yet to meet. I envy the people who have known you all your life because I want to do everything with you, from the very start. I can’t pretend that I don’t believe you hung the moon. What ecstasy fills me to be under the same sky as you are as you read this! Every night, I blow a kiss to the star that I always wished on for you as a little girl. 

I can’t wait to share everything with you. And walk around all day with the smell of you on my clothes. If you were to cut open my head, you would find only “Jamie, Jamie, Jamie, Jamie, Jamie” swimming around a million little times in my brain and through my blood. I’m forever in your corner, in your debt, and hopefully sooner, in your bed.

Holy fuck! I adore you. 


I adore you. 

I adore you. 


Yours, emphatically, truly,

The Future Mrs. Goodsell



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