November 2011
To My Future Husband:
I can’t wait to sleep with you - in the most innocent form - so when I wake up from bad dreams or wake up from one of those “you’re falling off of something” flinches, I can just roll over and snuggle in your safeness
To My Future Wife:
You + me = awesomesauce
To My Future Husband:
God made me feel cold all the time on purpose. So we can sit together, keep each other warm, and grow in Him together with deep discussions and prayer.
To My Future Wife:
“This is the best thing The best thing that could be happening And I think you would agree The best thing is that it’s happening to you and me”
To My Future Husband:
This week, we shared our feelings for each other, but we also talked about how a relationship is not possible until you have been sober for awhile, and until your heart is healed. I know this situation isn’t like the others that I have been in in the past. I want to be patient and not rush you, but I am feeling scared and vulnerable because I have been strung along before. You told me that...
To My Future Wife:
I hope you’re a photographer.
To My Future Husband:
Was that you last night? Cuddling with me in the pouring rain, perfectly content listening to and watching the storm? It may have been. I’ll see you again soon, dear.
To My Future Wife:
I think Weezer summed it up best by saying, “You’re my best friend, and I love you….” Can we dance to that at our wedding?
Mad to Love: He's Just Not That Into... →
corycopeland:
We’ve all been in that awkward place. The one where we’re crushing hardcore on someone, but aren’t really sure if they’re putting out the same vibe. It can be confusing—and especially for females. Why? Because most guys are idiots (this writer included) who either don’t know what they want so they don’t know how to go about deciding, or know what they want—or don’t want—and are too...
To My Future Husband:
I pray that I can be the friend you need, the girlfriend you desire, and the wife you deserve.
To My Future Wife:
I hope you’re a Mac user instead of PC. But I’ll still love you either way.
To My Future Husband:
Some times, I won’t wear makeup, I’ll wear pajamas all day long, and my hair will be a mess. I hope you don’t mind.
To My Future Wife:
Everything you are is what feels like home to me.
To My Future Husband:
Do you remember how we met, how you told me we’d be best friends forever? Now look at us.
To My Future Wife:
Why is it so hard to find you? I will treasure you so much when I do. I will remember the loneliness I am feeling right now. I will be so thankful for you when you are finally mine.
To My Future Husband:
I have saved the fourth finger on my left hand for you since I can remember. I long for the day that you wrap her bare waist in a sparkling hug and call her yours.
To My Future Wife:
I can’t wait to go Black Friday shopping with you.
My Thanks
I just wanted take a moment to thank all of you for supporting TMFS the way you do. It means a lot to me.
If you’re interested, you can follow me (www.Twitter.com/Cory_Copeland.com) and TMFS (www.Twitter.com/tmfspouse) on Twitter.
Again, thank you. You guys are awesome.
Sincerely,
Cory
Mad to Love: Go Your Own Way →
corycopeland:
Can you help me out with something? I’m trying to figure out who it is that decides what’s acceptable in society. Is it a single person, or is it a group of people like in that movie, The Skulls (don’t shake your head at me; you watched it too. Joshua Jackson? Paul Walker? C’mon)? I need to know this because whoever it is making these decisions for society deserves a swift punch to...
To My Future Husband:
I can’t wait to write my vows to you, and even more than that, live them out. I pray that our love will glorify the One who gave it first. I can’t wait to love you.
To My Future Wife:
Am I getting warmer or colder? How about a hint?
To My Future Husband:
I want to see the world with you.
To My Future Wife:
Whenever you catch me gazing at you with reverie, know that I’m picturing you years from now, when wrinkles have nestled around your eyes and mouth … you’ll be stunningly beautiful then, graceful, and elegant. And there will never be another girl with whom I’d like to be with more than you, not then or now.
To My Future Husband:
You. Me. Couch. Bottle of Wine.
I’ll be waiting. :)
To My Future Wife:
Everyday I pray that God will bring us together. He then answers with “love is patient” (1 Corinthians 13:4). In order for me to love you, I have to be willing to wait on you!
To My Future Husband:
“Husband.” I can’t wait for the day that I can put a name and a face with that word.
To My Future Wife:
I love kisses after brushing my teeth.
Mad to Love: Lessons from Make Believe (by Lauren... →
corycopeland:
(Today marks the beginning of a random, no-schedule-to-speak-of round of guest posts by a few young writers I feel deserve a better audience. Today’s is from Lauren St. Martin who writes on her blog here and tweets on the Twitterhere. Read her, follow her, and enjoy her. As always, thanks for reading, and I’ll be back writing on Monday. In the meantime, you can follow me on...
Mad to Love: How to Make Her Feel Special →
corycopeland:
Every now and then, I like to do what I can to help my fellow man out. And while it’s no secret that I’ve had a failed relationship or two (or seven), the truth is that I believe I know how to treat a lady. Through many, many, many trials of error, I’ve taught myself the ways to make a young lady feel special and wanted—at least I hope so. It’s really not very hard if you just put...
To My Future Husband:
This past week has been horrible. Why haven’t you been here with me?
To My Future Wife:
I feel like I’m drunk when I’m with you. I hope to never go sober again.
To My Future Husband:
Let’s play hooky from work and sleep in, stay in our pajamas all day, build a tent in the livingroom, play cards, watch the classics, read books, and snuggle… a lot. What a perfect day it will be!
Until Then,
Me
To My Future Wife:
“I’m gonna put this out there, and if you don’t like it, you can just send it right back: I wanna be on you.”
To My Future Husband:
Let’s write a book together. ‘Letter’s To Our Older Selves’. If we haven’t killed each other by the time we are old and gray, we can read it back and be reassured that our love has always been strong.
To My Future Wife:
I promise to treat you with the respect you’ve always deserved.
To My Future Husband:
I’m guarding my heart for you. When I meet you, I want to be able to give you my whole heart, not just the leftovers of past lovers.
To My Future Wife:
I’m gonna love you until you’re cross-eyed from all the goodness.
To My Future Husband:
…here i come.
To My Future Wife:
You < God > Me
To My Future Husband:
You’ll be my Coach Taylor and I’ll be your Tami. If you don’t get this, it’s not meant to be.
To My Future Wife:
Where we live, we can’t legally get married yet, but I know that we can one day. Your future wife can’t wait for that day.
To My Future Husband:
Come find me<3
To My Future Wife:
You make me laugh no one else. I love you for that.
To My Future Husband:
My dream is to live and work overseas in a developing nation, helping those in need. I want to share that dream with you - we can be the couple that does this. I hope that we can then bring some children into the world, appropriately exposing them to the harsh reality of life. This will allow them to appreciate life a lot more, rather than being spoiled and hidden from the suffering in this world....
To My Future Wife:
A friend of mine just told me a story of how she demanded that her boyfriend take her on a first date to the most expensive restaurant in town, just to prove that he was willing to commit. Immediately after hearing the story, I wanted to let you know a few things. Firstly, I have been waiting to meet you for the last 19 years, and I have never been in a relationship to speak of because I’d...
Mad to Love: "I'm not a hoodlum..." →
corycopeland:
The title for this post comes from one of my favorite books—Jack Kerouac’s The Subterraneans.
“…and then when they learn I’m not a hoodlum, but some kind of crazy saint, they don’t like it, and moreover, they’re afraid I’ll suddenly become a hoodlum anyway…”
In this particular passage, Kerouac is describing how civilians see him as he stumbles down the street, drunk and looking...
To My Future Husband:
Fourteen years of self-hate leaves scars. Kiss them and make me feel beautiful.
To My Future Wife:
Let’s have days where we just don’t leave the bed; listening to beautiful music, reading lovely books, making wonderful love…let’s do that.
To My Future Husband:
I’m in Brazil. Come find me…
To My Future Wife:
“They do so much, they can hold as easily as they can bruise.”
Yours will do much … they have throughout your life, from your lyrical diction to the caring words formulated from the tip of your fingers. The callouses which sprouted from bar chords and too many blissful hours now accentuates their beauty. They will trace lines that only you have seen, and I’ll grow ever-more proud and amazed of...
