By microsoldier  microsolider@hotmail.com
Date: 13 May 2000

To my unknown

To my unknown 

I look forward to sleeping on the couch when I've pissed you off 
I look forward to worrying when your ring slips off in the shower.
I look forward to cleaning up the garage
I look forward to bitching about the yard

I look forward to paying half the rent, and maybe being able to afford a      goddamn house instead of throwing large amounts of money down the toilet.

I look forward to arguing about whether to get the F150 or the Minivan. I think you should get the minivan, because I don’t want a four-door sedan. 
But I look forward to fighting that battle.
I look forward to my turn at cooking dinner for two -- in a mediocre fashion.
I look forward to massaging smaller feet -- those nerves are connected to everything – as we both will know. Everything.

I look forward to having a clean back -- for the first time -- in a very long time. 
I look forward to feeling cramped in the shower. And dropping the soap on purpose so I’ll get to see you’ll pick it up.

I look forward to temper tantrums and passionate loving. To cold shoulders and warm hands to make up the difference.

I look forward to used power tools and broken dishwashers that will be more broken 3 weeks later after I'm done pretending I know what the fuck I'm doing and finally give in an give up an arm or a leg or rob a bank or suck up to my boss's boss so I can get you a new one.
I look forward to broken dishes. I hope you don't throw them too hard. I bruise easily. And I have horrible aim.

I look forward to getting kicked in the leg when I'm talking about something intimate in public. 
I look forward to forgetting that you like to spend time with me as I’m concentrating my laser like focus on my next big thing. And I look forward to you doing something incredibly sinful to turn my gaze your way.
I look forward to that exasperated look upon your face that will be just this close to being 	completely fed up with me.
I look forward to feeling utterly dejected when you spend your weekend with the gals. And feeling better when you make it up to me.
I look forward to feeling guilty when I sneak in at 3 am after spending the night drinking with the guys. And failing to sneak into bed without waking you up.
I look forward to the every harsh word, every apology, every fight, every shouting match, and every makeup.

Because it will mean that we've each found
Someone to show the best and the worst of our lives with.
Or at least a few precious bittersweet moments in time between one love and another.

Where the hell are you now anyway?
It's 11 pm!
I'm waiting at home.