My dear Mr. husband,
I wish I could tell you I am going to be the perfect wife. I wish I could tell you that we will laugh always and never cry or want for more. But that wouldn't be real. I'm scared. You should know that too. It used to be that the thought of marriage made me smile and was something I thought about every day. But now. Well, now the thought of marriage makes me squirm a little. I'm scared of falling so hard, expecting your loving arms to catch me, but hitting the ground instead, shattering into a million pieces. That you'll assure me of your love and commitment, but that, for whatever reason (of which I will always blame myself), you leave. You don't know the mess that would be left of me if that were to happen.
But I'd like to think that I'll have the faith in you and in our love that those thoughts won't need to be addressed. I'm going to love you so strongly that without you, my life will seem empty. Somedays I might not want to leave the house. I'll just want to stay home with you, doing whatever we want, as long as we're together. Of course there'll be times when I'll want you as far away from me as possible, but I hope those won't last long.
When things get bad, and trust me, they will, I'm going to want you there, to hold my hand, to run your fingers up and down my back to calm me down. After a bad conversation with my parents, I'm going to want you standing there, so you can hold me until the tears stop.
I'm difficult. But I'm worth it. I promise. I will make our life together the happiest you'll ever know. I'll be worth every fight. Every tear. Every slammed door. I'll be worth it. Because I am worth it. And if you don't know that, then you aren't my husband. And I'm not going to marry you.
love.