Reisefieber, if I say so

Dear future hubster,
No matter how much I practice, I still get anxious about travelling, and, particularly, packing. If you see me madly running around the flat, mumbling nervously, you can be sure I'm looking for something. And please don't try help me find it. All you have to do is to tell me that I only need my charger, my passport and my credit card, and all is going to be fine.

Like Kate and Alex

Dear future hubster,

I know it's old school, and at the same time a bit of a teenage thing, and most probably I would step on your toes, but slow dancing would be so nice sometimes. We don't have to do it in public. 

Occasionally, you may also hold my hand.

Heart's a Mess

Dear future hubster,

I trust you have understood long ago that music is going to be very important in our life and relationship. 

I have a questionable taste and strong opinions about music that can play in our house, so I hope you will recognize and appreciate just how intimate it is to discuss and listen to music together. 

And if I ask you to show me something new , music for a road trip, something that you like, something that would fit in the genre of meaningful, intriguing, relaxing electro - then, dear future hubster, we have reached a depth of trust that does not simply happen every day.

When you don't even try

Dear future hubster,

have you noticed how decapitated love stories can sometimes be bitterly beautiful? When something is not possible, everything becomes a 'what if', and since there is no chance to reality check it, every 'what if' remains a distant theoretical possibility. A dramatic longing, an obsession that makes everything else blur into the mundane practicalities of life, when every day is like a new battle you need to gather courage and strength for -  a powerful feeling. An exceptional state of mind, an endlessly analysed, reproduced and represented topic in all forms of art.

Don't try it at home.