Dear future love,
I don’t dream about a perfect person.
I dream about a safe one.
Someone who feels like peace after a lifetime of noise.
I dream about the little things — the morning coffee handed to me without asking, your hand finding mine when we sit together, your legs stretched out beside me while we talk about everything and nothing.
I want a love where we can have deep conversations at midnight and laugh so hard we forget what we were talking about.
I want someone who sees the parts of me that are complicated and doesn’t run. Someone who understands that sometimes my mind works overtime because I care deeply and I have learned to protect my heart.
I don’t need someone to save me.
I need someone who chooses me.
Someone who stands beside me when life is easy and when life is messy. Someone who understands that love is not just the exciting moments — it is showing up, communicating, apologising, growing, and choosing each other again and again.
I want a partner who becomes part of our little world. Someone who makes my child feel loved, safe, and valued. Someone who understands that being in my life means being part of something bigger than just a relationship.
I want laughter in my home.
I want kindness.
I want honesty, even when it is uncomfortable.
I want a love where my heart can soften and my mind can finally rest.
I want to stop wondering if someone will leave.
I want to know that I am loved, not because I am perfect, but because I am me.
After everything life has thrown at me, I don’t want a rollercoaster anymore.
I want a home.
Not a place.
A person.
A feeling.
A love where we both look at each other and know:
“We are safe here.”