To my future spouse,

Thank you for maybe existing, I truly appreciate it. I need to hope someone will love me again someday. I hope you’re doing better than I am socially, so maybe I can just hijack your friend group the way I had Lucius’ in high school.

I know, it’s kind of sad my only relationship so far has been three months my freshman year of high school. I needed that independence afterwards, though, and I am not completely alone: I do have friends from university I have kept in touch with, and I even have a job now, so not all my socializing is internet or phone based. An unfortunate amount is, but not all.

And who knows? Maybe we will start as an internet based interaction before blossoming into some people whose lives can intertwine.

I’m on a dating app, Boo, but somehow I doubt that that’s where our worlds will collide. I don’t even know if you exist though, so I’m just throwing as many opportunities to connect into the universe as I can without opening myself up to danger.

Yeah, it’s hard to know what to say to someone who might not even exist. I love you or will probably love you, and I don’t want to ruin that. It would be kinda cute if maybe I met you via this Prose post, but I’m not holding my hopes very high that that’ll be our path-crossing either. Maybe I just have no idea how relationships start anymore now that school is not exactly a facilitator in the equation.

Unless we meet in grad school, which would be brilliant. Spouse-spouse entomologist teams tend to write books together, and interesting papers.

Hopefully this will inspire someone to give me a chance,

Felix