One Hundred Love Letters. To My Future Husband. This is not a fictional story. Kinda odd, I know. We recently remodeled our home and I lost most of my written letters that I'd kept hidden. I was kinda sad. But then I read some of them and the cringe almost gave me a heart attack. It's wacky as hell, yet the teenage me probably had a reason to write all that. So I thought, why not. It's still me. I still have the same wishes. Why not write it all over again. And this time, some place I won't lose them. Let's bag that man I'm still waiting for.