Dear Future Wife, That’s it! You’ll never see me young. I was sure I looked pretty decent. At least I don’t have any gray hair. I bragged about it to anyone who’d listen, but today I thought—how do I even know I don’t have gray hair? When was the last time I checked? I rushed to the mirror and guess what? I do. I do have gray hair. Not just one or two, I found the third one in my beard. God knows how long they’ve been there! I mean, I can still pretend they’re not gray, just shiny. But I’ll have to accept it soon. And so will you. You’ll never see me young, my dear. You’ll have to love me for my inner world, for my soul, for who I am, and all this bullshit. Please, hurry up. Who knows what life can do to my soul and how long I will stay the same. Yours, In the future