Dear Future

Dear Future Husband,
So I’m a little drunk and a lotta crazy right now, having just been to what was the last of the weddings of my formerly-single friends.
At the wedding the bride told the story of how she kept a diary, throwing all her ideas of a husband out to the universe. Then Brian rocked up three months later.
Turns out – the Universe delivers.
They gifted us all journals, telling us to write down our deepest desires.
Me? At twenty-eight and three quarters, all I want is someone to wa...