Letters To My Future Husband Novels & Stories

And if you’re stuck at rock bottom, you’ll always see things a different way. “I just can’t wait to get out of high school and be parent free. I’m pretty sure I’m going to spend a lot more time with my future husband.” Jayler spat out smiling at me. I instantly blushed when I heard him say the words future husband. He’s already claiming it and I love that he’s pretty sure of me. No one has made me feel that type of way ever. Even with my past relationships, while we are talking about the future, I never felt like they were sincere with their words. “What did you just say?” I asked looking straight at him. My heart was tickled with that and I just want to hear it one more time.

Future has her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide open. “Future, you are the only woman who has and continues to endure my shit. I know I'm not the perfect gentleman as I keep making you cry, but you put a smile on your face like everything is alright. You hold it in even if it kills you slowly. I put you through hell in high school, but you forgave me. I love you more than life itself and without you; I have nothing to live for. You are giving me a baby, and I can't even tell you how happy I am. Future Elizabeth Reed, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” ****

My future husband: So what do you think? I stared at the message longer than necessary, the words blurring slightly as I tried to decide what I actually thought. Me: I will speak to my husband about it. My future husband: I owe you, thank you. “Who is your future husband?” I nearly screamed when Alexander’s voice cut through the air behind me. “Crap! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I clutched my chest and glared at him. “What are you even doing here?”

I was already dressed for my journey and have already sorted out my travel box and school bag. I turned back to my journal, unstrapped it, then stared at the first page of the diary. I inscribed my details quickly, using a capital letter to write my name ZORI then I started at the second page of the diary with the headline; DEAR Future Husband, *I've always want to do this, to write to you even though it might never get to you. To tell you about myself and how I want to be loved by you. How I will care for you and how I'll love you. How we'll build our home with God being our strong pillar and firm assurance.

I opened the envelope and slowly read the letter: "Nathan, I'm sorry. The truth is, I haven't completely moved on from you yet, but I know we have no future together. You were right—we have to look forward. It's time for me to find my own path. The time I spent with you was the happiest time of my life. I will never forget it. Lastly, please forgive my cowardice for not congratulating you in person. I wish you a lifetime of happiness and peace." I put the letter down and stood up to go find my wife. I already had my new life. And as for Diana, it was time for her to chase her own future.

That evening, settling into married life's routine, I wrote final letter to version of myself who'd jumped from Hamptons window two years ago: *You made it. You're safe. You found love that doesn't control, partnership that doesn't manipulate, life that's actually yours.* *It took longer than you hoped. It was messier than you imagined. But you made it.* *The baby you were so scared about? She's thriving. The man you thought was rescuing you? He learned to love instead of control. The future you couldn't imagine? It's better than anything you'd dared to hope for.* *Keep fighting. It's worth it.*

Dear son, If you are reading this letter, then it means that something must have happened to me, something that would’ve left you alone in this big, empty, cruel world. And in that effect, if that which will take me away from you eventually happens, it is my wish that you be betrothed and married to Hazel, the CEO of I.C corporations, and the son of my best friend, Mr Mcman.

I scoffed looking at his scrawny writing which I badly wished looked like his face, maybe I would have given in to death instead of marrying him. The letter, penned by a certain someone, expresses his deepest regrets and remorse for the argument they had. The words on the page are filled with love, sincerity, and a genuine desire to make things right. In the letter, my husband acknowledged his mistakes and took full responsibility for his actions. He explained how much I meant to him and how deeply sorry he was for any pain he may have caused. He poured his heart out, expressing his love and commitment to our relationship, emphasizing that he never wanted to let me down again.

“I don’t think we should do it then oppa.” “Why?” “I don’t want to be part of the statistics of people who are desperately waiting for their letters to be read. What if we just write to them and give it to each other instantly.” “There’s no fun to that. I found out that some couples actually write letters here dated in the future.” “So like a time capsule?” “Yes. But in the form of a letter.” “Did they get to read the letters they left for each other?” “That I don’t know. But it depends on us, right?”

He paused and smiled. "I don't know what the future has in store for us, but can you be the future I so much desire? Let me be your husband for real, and not your revenge tool anymore... Let's sleep and wake up in each other's arms," My heart beat rapidly against my chest. I was so shocked as I wasn't the sudden confession from him.