Dear Husband-Part1

June 8th 2019

My dearest darling Husband,

I thought of writing this letter to you after chancing upon this wise quote yesterday by a man called Mike Rich.

“You must write your first draft with your heart. Then you rewrite with your head”

So this is my first draft to you…from my heart. I suspect that all further drafts to you, rewritten or otherwise, will still be straight from my heart. After all, you are my Husband☺

Before you ask me (don’t pretend to not be wanting to ask me this question) why I picked today of all days in my life to write you, I’ll tell you why. Its been on my mind for a while now, to write you a letter, one of many, in the hope that it might spur you on to hurry to my side. Wherever you are in the world or galaxy, please hurry. Im turning 41 in a few months…unbelievable! And although I'm trying my best to stay young and sexy for you, Nature is starting to take over. Sad truth. I wish you could’ve seen me 10 years ago. Or even 5. You deserve the slim me…the funny, creative, adventurous me. With great skin and great hair and a fat free figure. And skinny jeans! Oh how I miss wearing those skinny jeans☹

Please hurry.

So why today?

Because I thought you were going to be Sameer. My highschool sweetheart from yesteryear. He had promised me when we were 22 that if we were both still single at 40, he’d marry me. I laughed then. Why would the great, much sought after Neisha be still single at 40??? Dear husband, I sense a grin creeping across your face. Wipe it off now! Im severely humbled and chastised by those over ambitious thoughts about myself. Im 40 and single. And Sameer is 41 and about to be married to his high-school sweetheart (what a conundrum) from yesteryear. So you see, Sameer is most definitely not you. Coz you would never marry your high-school sweetheart from yesteryear who isn’t me. Coz you love me.

Please hurry.

I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. Where you might be. What Godly restoration you might be going through. What wounds and hurts are you healing from. What great deeds you might be accomplishing. The lives you might be saving, people you may be touching with your smile, your humour, your wisdom. Yes Husband, you are wise. You have to be if you’re married to me.

Please hurry.

I want to see your face. I want to hear you call my name. Is your voice deep or husky? I think it’s a bit of both. You sing and you play the guitar and the drums and perhaps even the violin. Yes I know you do. And it’s not because I wish I could do all these things as perfectly as you. Don’t worry about not being a great dancer, or even a good one, that’s where I rescue you. I won’t mind if you stamp my toes occasionally. I’ve waited for you so long, what’s the big deal about a little foot pain now and then? And then you’re a pretty hot beatboxer too. But hey! So am I. or maybe I’m just making up the whole beatboxing thing coz I really really dig it. Don’t panic, we can learn it together…we have our whole lives to practice and get so good at it that we could probably win America’s got talent, or Britain or India or whichever country we may live in.

My Soulmate, there’s so much to tell you. ..

Till my next letter

But please hurry!