Hey darling,

I know you love me with the sweet essence of your heart. I know you try your best to keep your head from being lost in thought about our future from the moment we met till this very day I take you down the aisle. I know you feel for me deeply and you can't wait till the wedding is over. Babe, thanks. "For what?", you may ask. Well...

Thanks for not making it too difficult for me to wait till our wedding night. Thanks for putting me at arms length when you could have easily let emotions take over, let lust rule and we entangle ourselves in the most filthy of ways, the very same thing we sit in church every Sunday and stand against. Thanks for having the strength to whack my face when we were out for ice-cream and I got to complement you beauty, and then your figure and...well...I over complimented. I know that the weak side of us would have totally enjoyed towing that line, but thanks for reminding me of our vows-not the till-death-do-us-part; no.

The vows we made when we gave up ourselves to the Master, when we first got married to the most awesome groom of all time, Jesus. Thanks for subtly reminding me with every fiber of your flesh saying otherwise. Thanks for banning me from your flat and cutting short our dates when it's after 4. Thanks for shutting me out when I overstep propriety; thanks for all the times you stopped picking my calls after I slipped and let the beast in me take control. I'm glad you were there for me, holding strong when I felt weak. Because after today, its all gonna change. The wait is gonna be over and you'll be mine for the taking, the way God intended it. You are mine and I am yours and weirdly, we are His.

Thanks for being awesome. Thanks for saving yourself for me. I feel like the luckiest guy alive.

Signed,

Your soon-to-be-husband,

Me. Duh!

(Inspired by Moriah Peters: "Haven't Even Kissed"),