Dear My Future Husband,
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It's funny how some things don't work out. Couple days ago, I realized that the fairytale love story I always dreamt for myself no long existed. I've always wanted to be swept off my feet by this amazing man who was madly in love with me. I wished to be wooed with declaratory acts of love and affection and I wanted to feel like I was the most desired girl in the world. It's not like that over here in college. Everyone is concerned with themselves. Guys here don't want to woo a girl. There are no acts of chivalry. My desires for love and a relationship are out of place.
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Instead, I need to learn the game in order to succeed in something that I don't even truly know that I want in the end. Giving up myself is the key to earning the care, love, and attention I look for. I need to look, dress, act, talk, and be a certain way to be considered attractive and "wifey material". Did I mention it would be best for the color of my skin to be 3 shades lighter? In the end, it's not enough to be me anymore. Really, it's not enough to just love anymore. That's ancient nowadays.
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Instead, I need to learn the game in order to succeed in something that I don't even truly know that I want in the end. Giving up myself is the key to earning the care, love, and attention I look for. I need to look, dress, act, talk, and be a certain way to be considered attractive and "wifey material". Did I mention it would be best for the color of my skin to be 3 shades lighter? In the end, it's not enough to be me anymore. Really, it's not enough to just love anymore. That's ancient nowadays.
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Love,
Stephanie
