Letter IV

Dear future wife,

It’s been a while since I wrote to you. I apologive for my absence, sincrely.

I haven’t written in a while cause I lost my mojo. My ability to put words together has become a very daunting task for me. I never know what to write. I feel like my ideas have been trashed and placed in drafts more times gthan I can count. But, here wwe are again. Hi, you.

A lot of things has changed since I last wrote. By now, you obviously know I am out of medical school. I completed my junior residency. I am also bald and I have a grey beard, all at 33. Imagine. But, that’s all a sign of growth, or stress. I don’t know, but I will pick growth.

I still love the colour blue, strawberry flavoured ice cream, jazz, movies and all things good. Those haven’t changed, well, the listening to jazz changed a little. I have had a hard time switvhing from old jazz artists to the newer ones. I think its a force of habbit. Things have also changed in a very drastic way too. I think I am a bit wiser now. I think my growth from the last letters has been very significant. I know you are only going to be here to experience the grown version of me, but I guarantee you, the fun parts haven’t changed.

I will let you take a peak inside of the person I have become over the last few years, maybe a letter or two every week. That way, I keep you in the loop and let you know that I am still here. I know I have to make the first move in making you my wife, but, you alsohave to know me first.

Also, I love you.

Arthur