Dear Special Guy…

Dear Special Guy,

Congratulations, you have caught my attention. I guess that’s not really difficult to do, but here we are. From the moment you smiled during our first conversation, I knew I wanted to be good friends with you and hopefully something more down the line. Well, we’re down the line now, and I’ve come to realize that you probably don’t feel the same way.

That’s okay, Guy, it’s not your fault. But I thought I’d get some things off my chest.

First of all, you’re amazing. Your kind heart shines about as much as your smile when you walk into a room. Your talent is jaw dropping, your words make me laugh, and your presence brings warmth to my cheeks. I’m giddy when we get to spend time together or when I see your name pop up on my phone.

Guy, if you’ll let me be honest, I’ve thought about what my life would look like with you. I hope that’s not creepy, but I’m sorry, it’s what we girls do. It’s so easy for us to get attached to a relationship that doesn’t even exist. Which is what brings me to the point of this letter.

You see, Guy, you’ve become an idol in my life. That’s another thing we humans tend to let happen. A flower bloomed in the soil of my affection. It’s pretty and lovely, but it’s not healthy. Don’t worry, it’s not because of anything you did. My thoughts watered it and helped it grow. Now that I know you’ll probably never reciprocate, I’m having a tough time letting that flower die.

But that flower is just another reminder of what special guys like you do for me. You remind me of my need for an earthly love. You give me the possibility that one day I can have a future with a man by my side. You instill in me hope there are good guys out there who can provide me with a friend, a spiritual leader, and a husband one day. It may not be with you, but that just means we weren’t meant to be together.

Through this mess of feelings, you’ve taught me that love shouldn’t try to force two pieces together that don’t match. Love doesn’t mean being consumed with the idea of a potential relationship.

Instead, love means waiting. Love drives my prayers for the man that will walk into my life in God’s timing. The sooner I learn this lesson, hopefully the less heartbreak I’ll feel the next time someone like you comes around.

Don’t get me wrong, you truly are a special guy. You deserve to have girls fawning over you like they do. And one day, you’re going to make a special girl really happy. So, thank you, Guy, for what you’ve taught me through this experience, even though you may never fully know it.

For now, my prayer is to be able to uproot this flower and plant it elsewhere to serve as a reminder not to let my dreams and affections take away from God’s real love and the true love He has waiting for me.

It’s not easy. In fact, it’s the hardest thing I have to do. But it’s okay; don’t feel sorry for me. One day, I won’t have to uproot that flower, and I can let it grow into a flourishing garden.

One day.

With love,

Me