First, to my future husband if you’re reading this (if I’m lucky enough to be married)… please don’t take this poem personally and please don’t be hurt by it. It’s about someone that probably means nothing to me at this point (although he was a very nice and good person) but that caused great anxiety in me for a few weeks in early February 2026 (mostly my fault for getting attached too easily). I never did meet him in person but I had to write this poem to get over him. Future husband, please remember that you’re the one I love, you’re the one I chose. You chose me too. What greater love story could there be than two people who found and chose each other out of billions? Can you tell I’m an over-thinker? Of course you probably already know that. I wonder if you’re an over-thinker too; if you are, then it’s a good thing I wrote this “aforemention” so to speak.
I didn’t sleep the night before what I knew would be our final call.
By the morning, I had built up my walls.
After we ended things, I felt a sense of peace in knowing I had finally protected myself for once.
Then the next day, when I was talking to another, I felt hollow again. I knew in that moment, it would never be the same for me.
Where was the warmth, the emotional depth, the way your eyes smiled at me?
You had said “when you have a relationship with someone, no matter how brief or long, it takes away a part of your soul.”
I gave a piece of mine to you willingly, not knowing it would walk away from me so soon.
Every time I read a poem, I see your face. Every time I hear a song, I imagine what it would be like for you to hold me.
If you ever change your mind, please come back and find me…