Last call to him!

Hello babe,

    I hope you’re doing well. No matter what your name is, no matter how old you are, or where you are right now, I finally decided to write to you and call you “babe”. You should know by now that it’s my favorite pet name. Honestly, I don’t even know where to start or what exactly I want to say… but I just feel like I need to do this.

    I’ve always dreamt of love, you know? The kind of love we see in rom-coms, hear in sad love songs or read about in novels.

    And yes, I still (day)dream about and believe in that kind of love even though, these days, love stories often end up full of betrayal, cheating, lies and manipulative mind games. Maybe I sound naive. You better not be laughing while reading this, not you, please! You’re the protagonist of all the scenarios I play in my mind while lying awake during the dark nights.

    Sometimes, I even get mad at you. Lately, it happens quite often.

    I’m turning 30 in two months and.. Big surprise! In all my 30 years, I’ve never experienced love. Why? Because of you. Yes, you! You’re taking way too long to show up. I’m getting old, babe! I’ve already started noticing white hairs. Thank God, no wrinkles YET but still, you better hurry! Time is stealing your woman’s beauty.

    What are you even doing right now? Admit it, you’re probably planning a future with some other girl, telling her how much you love her, how you could never live without her. Ugh, I’m getting a headache just thinking about it. The audacity! (How dare you? Can’t you see she’s not me? *raising both eyebrows*)

    But deep down, I know I’m your true love and your one and only. So I’m not really worried about other women, just like you shouldn’t worry about other men. "Remember?" We somehow promised each other eternal love, loyalty, emotional security, safety and support no matter what.

    Do you know you’re the person I think about and pray for the most, even though we’ve never met? Sometimes, during my prayers, I close my eyes and try to picture you, but all I see is a blurry circle covering your face. A mysterious man indeed.

    And that’s okay. Because I’d rather stay single my whole life than marry someone who doesn’t truly love me or someone I don’t love the way we’re meant to love each other. Except… in moments of extreme loneliness, when life tests my mental health, or when I long for a shoulder to cry on but find none. Or when I’m so happy I just want to share it with my other half to make it complete but I can’t. Or, worse, when I look at men on the street, wondering if one of them could be you. Because any man might be you, yet no man can be you.

    I love you so much, babe. I feel incomplete without you. I hope we’ll be reunited very soon and never be apart, so much so that not even death will separate us.

    Until our first sight, our first “Hi,” our first “I love you,” and our first “Me too”… please, take good care of my best friend, my man, my lover, my husband, my kids’ daddy, my partner in crime, and my ride or die.

Your Hadjer.