Thank you for always holding my hand (literally, and figuratively) - Not only do you keep my fingers warm now that it's cold out (thank God) but.
As soon as I met you, I knew you that were something truly special. You were charming, kind, and charismatic, and I couldn't help but be drawn to you. But, never in a million years would I have guessed that now, after all this time, you would mean so much to me.
The funny thing is, I wasn't looking for you, I just foundyou. Out of funny circumstance and total coincidence, we became friends, and got to know each other's personalities, fears, hopes, and dreams. Then, we blossomed into something beautiful, something that I never saw coming.
But as blind as I was, I'm extremely glad that you stumbled into my weird little life and that you became such a big part of it. There are so many wonderful things to thank you for that I don't even know where to begin. Words will never do it justice, but a girl can try, right?
1.Thank you for putting me in my place -because sometimes I actually might be acting a little too harsh about that one girl that I don't like, even if I'll never admit it (sorry, not sorry.) I always appreciate your honesty, even when it's something that's hard to hear.
2. Thank you for knowing how to handle me- or at least for pretending like you know how to, and doing an excellent job of it. I know I'm not always the easiest person to deal with, but you settle me down and make me smile in a way that no one else can.
3. Thank you for always holding my hand (literally, and figuratively)-Not only do you keep my fingers warm now that it's cold out (thank God) but you're also not afraid to show me off to friends, family, and even strangers. Plus, being your arm candy is an awesome feeling.
4.Thank you for always supporting me- You're the best cheerleader/number one fan that I could ever ask for, and nothing is more reassuring than knowing that you're right there to root for me in everything that I do.
5.Thank you for not arguing (too much) when I want to pay for things- because sometimes I just want to assert that I'm a ~strong independent woman~ and you totally understand that, even if you don't always like it.
6.Thank you for not complaining when I force you to take seven million pictures- This applies to every single social event ever, or even just lying in bed together taking selfies when I'm bored. You respectfully accept that my hair was "out of place" or that my arm "looked awkward," and that we obviously need to try again 16 times for the perfect shot.
7.Thank you for letting me cuddle you endlessly and steal all of the sheets and pillows- especially after I drool on you (ick.) You actually deserve an award for this one.
8.Thank you for all of the compliments- because some days I feel like a potato, but you always reassure me that I'm beautiful just the way I am (although you may be lying sometimes.) Stealing all of your favorite hoodies and sweatpants might make me look like an Eskimo, but you still make me feel like a million bucks.
9.Thank you for letting me stress cry- and then for reassuring me that my life is actually, in fact, not falling apart. Even if it's over something small, you're always there to help pick up the pieces.
10.Thank you for loving food as much as I do- Some of our best dates have been to cool new restaurants or cooking dinner together, and gosh have they been delicious. Our relationship has pretty much been founded on food and I have zero complaints.
11.Thank you for playing with my hair- and for not complaining when it suffocates you (sorry, big spoon). I can reassure you that it feels like heaven and will put me to sleep within a matter of seconds.
12.Thank you for letting me attack you with hugs and kisses even if I just saw you an hour ago- Yes, I just saw you, but no, that doesn't make me any less eager to smother you with love. You welcome the affection with open arms, and let me be the needy little koala that I am whenever I get the urge.
13.Thank you for letting me have the last bite of everything- It shows how selfless you truly are, and that's an admirable (and adorable) quality. I try to protest, but secretly I love it, and it's the sweetest thing in the world. Plus, who can say no to the last bite of chocolate cake, am I right?
14.Thank you for being silly- Some of my fondest memories with you involve weird faces, strange conversations, and pure craziness. We've even developed our own language of phrases and pet names. Yes, we may be weirdos, but I love that you never take things too seriously and you always know how to make me laugh.
15.Thank you for being serious- Despite our silliness, you know exactly when to put on the serious, caring, boyfriend pants and you have impeccabletiming. You've been right by my side through some of the toughest experiences of my life, and you've never once faltered. I am incredibly grateful for your unconditional support and love, even in the face of difficulty.
16.Thank you for making me feel so happy and humbled- There are days that I just sit and look at you and wonder how I got so lucky. Sometimes I feel that I don't deserve someone as wonderful as you, but you always reassure me that you're the "reacher" in our relationship, even though I'll never agree. I prefer to think that we deserve each otherpretty equally.
17.Thank you for all of the adventures-At this point, we have made more incredible memories than I can even count. You never fail to be spontaneous, go to new places and try new things, and tag along for all of my ideas as well. Nothing feels better than exploring the world with you by my side.
18. Thank you for opening up to me- It's great to know that you're willing to discuss your life and some of your deepest secrets with me. I'll always do my best to listen, help, and talk you through whatever it is you're thinking about, and I know that you would do the same in return. You have allowed me into your heart and mind, which is a wonderful privilege.
19. Thank you for being exactly who you are- Your passion for helping others, being kind, and making everyone around you smile is something that I will always be amazed by. You inspire me every single day, and I feel absolutely blessed to be a part of your life. You make me want to be a better version of myself, and you always encourage me to strive for the best.
20.Thank you for being my best friend- At the end of the day, "doing life" with someone that you love and trust is a wonderful feeling, and I know that through thick and thin, I can count on you. I can truly say that before anything else, you are my best friend, and I think that our strong foundation is what I cherish the most.
It's easy to call you my boyfriend (at least that's what Facebook says you are). But, above all, I think you're much more than that. You're my partner in crime, my dinner date, my pillow, my cheerleader, my confidant, and most importantly, my best friend. Although I couldn't see you coming, I am eternally grateful that you're in my life today. Wherever the road takes us, I'm glad that I got to walk down that road with you, creating so many beautiful memories along the way.
Cute Long Love Paragraphs For Him; Romantic Love Letters For Him . You are my lovely boyfriend. because of you, I know that my prayers.
I have no words for you, my dearest, – I shall never have – You are mine, I am yours. Now, here is one sign of what I said: that I must love you more than at first… a little sign, and to be looked narrowly for or it escapes me, but then the increase it shows can only be little, so very little now…
At first I only thought of being happy in you, – in your happiness: now I most think of you in the dark hours that must come – I shall grow old with you, and die with you – as far as I can look into the night I see the light with me: and surely with that provision of comfort one should turn with fresh joy and renewed sense of security to the sunny middle of the day, – I am in the full sunshine now, – and after, all seems cared for – is it too homely an illustration if I say the day’s visit is not crossed by uncertainties as to the return thro’ the wild country at nightfall? –
Now Keats speaks of “Beauty – that must die – and Joy whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding farewell.” And who spoke of – looking up into the eyes and asking “And how long will you love us”? – There is a Beauty that will not die, a Joy that bids no farewell, dear dearest eyes that will love forever! And I – am to love no longer than I can – Well, dear – and when I can no longer – you will not blame me? – you will do only as ever, kindly and justly, – hardly more: I do not pretend to say I have chosen to put my fancy to such an experiment, and consider how that is to happen, and what measures ought to be taken in the emergency – because in the “universality of my sympathies” I certainly number a very lively one with my own heart and soul, and cannot amuse myself by such a spectacle as their supposed extinction or paralysis, – there is no doubt I should be an object for the deepest commiseration of you or any more fortunate human being: – and I hope that because such a calamity does not obtrude itself on me as a thing to be prayed against, it is no less duly implied with all the other visitations from which no humanity can be altogether exempt – just as God bids us ask for the continuance of the “daily bread”, – “battle, murder and sudden death” lie behind doubtless – I repeat, and perhaps in so doing, only give one more example of the instantaneous conversion of that indignation we bestow in another’s case, into wonderful lenity when it becomes our own, … that I only contemplate the possibility you make me recognize, with pity, and fear … no anger at all, – and imprecations of vengeance, for what? – Observe, I only speak of cases possible; of sudden impotency of mind, – that is possible – there are other ways of “changing”, “ceasing to love” &c which it is safest not to think of nor believe in…
And now, love, dear heart of my heart, my own, only Ba – see no more – see what I am, what God in his constant mercy ordinarily grants to those who have, as I, received already so much, – much, past expression! It is but … if you will so please – at worst, forestalling the one or two years, for my sake; for you will be as sure of me one day as I can be now of myself – and why not now be sure? See, love – a year is gone by – we were in one relation when you wrote at the end of a letter “Do not say I do not tire you” (by writing) – “I am sure I do” – A year has gone by – Did you tire me then? Now, you tell me what is told; for my sake, sweet, let the few years go by, – we are married – and my arms are round you, and my face touches yours, and I am asking you, “Were you not to me, in that dim beginning of 1846, a joy beyond all joys, a life added to and transforming mine, the good I choose from all the possible gifts of God on this earth, for which I seem to have lived, – which accepting, I thankfully step aside and let the rest get what they can, – of what, it is very likely, they esteem more – for why should my eye be evil because God’s is good, – why should I grudge that, giving them, I do believe, infinitely less, he gives them a content in the inferior good and belief in its worth – I should have wished that further concession, that illusion as I believe it, for their sakes – but I cannot undervalue my own treasure and so scant the only tribute of mere gratitude which is in my power to pay.” – Hear this said now before the few years, and believe in it now, for then, dearest!”
11 January 1846
Robert Browning to Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Leading Victorian writer Elizabeth Barrett Browning is as known for her enduring love for Robert Browning (immortalised in their letters to each other) as she is for her lyrical Romantic poetry. After her mother’s death in 1828, Barrett Browning moved with her father from the family estate in Herefordshire, first to Devon and then to London. There, her cousin, John Kenyon, introduced her to many of the leading writers of the day, including Coleridge, Wordsworth and Tennyson. For her mid-teens, Barrett Browning had suffered from a mysterious illness that resulted in severe headaches and limited mobility, but she directed all of her energy in writing the outstandingly beautiful poems for which she became famous. In 1844, Barrett Brownings’collection Poems brought her public acclaim and also to the notice of Robert Browning, a young poet, who began corresponding with her. The couple finally met in 1845 and their courtship began in earnest, although it was carried out secretly.
The couple had a profound influence on each other’s writing and their love for each other is revealed in the lovely letters they exchanged with each other, even after their marriage. They honeymooned in Paris and then made their home in Italy, where they resided until Barrett Browning’s death on 29 June 1861. She died in her husband’s arms.
See ‘The Browning Letters‘, a digital collection, a collaboration between Baylor University and Wellesley College
I don’t know how to tell you just how much I miss you. I love you till my heart could burst. All I love, all I want, all I need is you – forever. I want to just be where you are and be just what you want me to be.
I know its lousy of me to be so late so often and I promise to try a million times harder, I promise. I want someday for you to be proud of me as a person and as your wife and as your wife and as the mother of the rest of your children. (two at least! I’ve decided.)
I miss it so much when you don’t love me and hold me and cuddle me to sleep every night. I want to be near you and I feel so sad tonight.
Darling, please don’t leave me anymore.
Marilyn Monroe to Joe DiMaggio
In 1954, Hollywood star Marilyn Monroe and baseball legend Joe DiMaggio married; it was the second marriage for both of them. Nine months later, they divorced. Although many of their friends thought the relationship doomed from the start, Monroe and DiMaggio had genuine affection for each other. In fact, after Monroe’s divorce from playwright Arthur Miller, in 1961, DiMaggio came back into Monroe’s life and even proposed to her again. He did his best to protect her from people he deemed harmful, but it was too late for Monroe. Just 18 months after the end of her marriage to Miller, Monroe was dead. DiMaggio never married again.
This letter from 1954, shows Monroe’s affection for DiMaggio and also hints at some tension in the marriage, as she apologises for always being late – something she was famous for.
Happy Birthday Princess,
We get old and get use to each other. We think alike. We read each others minds. We know what the other wants without asking. Sometimes we irritate each other a little bit. Maybe sometimes take each other for granted. But once in awhile, like today, I meditate on it and realize how lucky I am to share my life with the greatest woman I ever met. You still fascinate and inspire me. You influence me for the better. You’re the object of my desire, the #1 Earthly reason for my existence. I love you very much.
Happy Birthday Princess.
July 11 2003
I love June Carter, I do. Yes I do. I love June Carter I do. And she loves me.
But now she’s an angel and I’m not. Now she’s an angel and I’m not.”
First letter written on the occasion of June Carter Cash’s 65th birthday, 1995; the second after June Carter Cash’s death
Johnny Cash to June Carter Cash
This is cheating a bit but it’s my list and Johnny Cash’s letters to his beloved June Carter Cash are just lovely. The love story of the two very influential musicians has been immortalised in words, song and on film. They met in March 1968 and married almost 13 years later after a turbulent, troubled, but passionate relationship. Both letters from Johnny really sum up how he felt for his wife and partner of so many years and I’ve included the second letter because it deserves to be noted and shows that love, true love, doesn’t end with death.
Dearest Angel Girl:
…I suppose most of us are lonely in this big world, but we must fall tremendously in love to find it out. The cure is the discovery of our need for company – I mean company in the very special sense we’ve come to understand since we happened to know each other – you and I.
The pleasures of human experience are emptied away without that companionship – now that I’ve known it; without it joy is just an unendurable as sorrow. You are my life – my very life. Never imagine your hope approximates what you are to me. Beautiful, precious little baby – hurry up the sun! Make the days shorter till we meet.
I love you, that’s all there is to it.
Your boy, Orson
Orson Welles to Rita Hayworth
Can anyone forget that classic image of a platinum-haired immaculate Rita Hayworth stretched out on a yacht in The Lady from Shanghai or the room of mirrors scene at the end when Hayworth and Orson Welles dodge each other, trying to avoid being killed. In real-life, their relationship burned bright. The highly talented couple, Hayworth, one of the most beautiful women in the world, and Welles, hugely talented actor and director, were married on 7 September 1943. Their relationship lasted four years, during which Welles wrote several love letters to his wife, including the one above, which was one of a set, found stashed away in a secret compartment in Hayworth’s make-up case. They were auctioned at Christie’s LA in 2001, where they sold for a staggering $25,850.
To Mrs Arabella Hunt
–Not believe that I love you? You cannot pretend to be so incredulous. If you do not believe my tongue, consult my eyes, consult your own. You will find by yours that they have charms; by mine that i have a heart which feel them. Recall to mind what happened last night. That at least was a lover’s kiss. It’s eagerness, it’s fierceness, its warmth, expressed the God its parent. But oh! It’s sweetness, and it’s melting softness expressed him more. With trembling in my limbs, and fevers in my soul, I ravish’d it. Convulsions, panting, murmurings shew’d the mighty disorder within me: the mighty disorder increased by it. For those dear lips shot through my heart, and thro’ my bleeding vitals, delicious poison, and an avoidless but yet a charming ruin.
What cannot a day produce? The night before i thought myself a happy man, in want of nothing, and in fairest expectation of fortune; approved of by men of wit, and applauded by others. Please, nay charmed with my friends, my then dearest friends, sensible of every delicate pleasure, and in their turns possessing all.
But love, almighty love, seems in a moment to have removed me to a prodigious distence from every object but you alone. In the midst of crowds I remain in solitude. Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you. I appear transported to some foreign desert with you (oh, that I were really thus tranported!), where, abundantly supplied with everything, in thee, i might live out an age of uninterrupted ecstasy.
Then scene of the world’s great stage seems suddenly and sadly chang’d. unlovely objects are all around me, excepting thee; the charms of all the world appear to be translated to thee. Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleased statel! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.
If you and hope forsake it, despair and endless misery attend it.”
William Congreve to Arabella Hunt
The dramatist William Congreve met and fell in love with Arabella Hunt, a celebrated beauty, musician and favourite of Queen Mary. Although the couple didn’t consummate the affair, this letter from Congreve is quite lovely. He also wrote her an irregular ode, ‘On Mrs Arabella Hunt singing.’
An interesting fact about Arabella is that she had been married briefly, in 1680, to James Howard, from whom she later got an annulment on the grounds that ‘he’ was, in fact, a cross-dressing ‘she’ called Amy Poulter. Arabella further claimed that Poulter was a hermaphrodite, although this was apparently later disproved when she proclaimed ‘anatomically a woman’ after an examination by five midwives.
I would have liked to have dined with you today, after finishing your essay – that my eyes, and lips, I do not exactly mean my voice, might have told you that they had raised you in my esteem. What a cold word! I would say love, if you will promise not to dispute about its propriety, when I want to express an increasing affection, founded on a more intimate acquaintance with your heart and understanding.
I shall cork up all my kindness – yet the fine volatile essence may fly off in my walk – you know not how much tenderness for you may escape in a voluptuous sigh, should the air, as is often the case, give a pleasurable movement to the sensations, that have been clustering round my heart, as I read this morning – reminding myself, every now and then, that the writer loved me.
Voluptuous is often expressive of a meaning I do not now intend to give, I would describe one of those moments, when the senses are exactly tuned by the ringing tenderness of the heart and according reason entices you to live in the present moment, regardless of the past or future – it is not rapture – it is sublime tranquility.
I have felt it in your arms – hush! Let not the light see, I was going to say hear it – these confessions should only be uttered – you know where, when the curtains are up – and all the world shut out – Ah me!
I wish I may find you at home when I carry this letter to drop it in the box, – that I may drop a kiss with it into your heart, to be embalmed, till me meet, closer.”
4 October 1796
Mary Wollstonecraft to William Godwin
Modern hero Mary Wollstonecraft wrote A Vindication of the Rights of Men and A Vindication of the Rights of Women at the end of the 18th century (published anonymously in 1790 and 1792, respectively), during the Age of Englightenment. The Anglo-Irish feminist and writer was also the wife of philosopher William Godwin. She met Godwin, while recovering from her affair with writer Gilbert Imlay, the father her daughter, Fanny, and the man who had abandoned her. Wollstonecraft, subsequently, attempted to drown herself in the Thames.
Wollstonecraft and Godwin were close friends, before they embarked on a passionate affair in c1796. The couple married on 29 March 1797; however, their happiness was to be short-lived. Wollestonecraft died later the same year, 10 days after giving birth to her daughter, Mary Godwin. Her daughter was to eclipse her mother in fame – certainly with popular audiences – as the author of Frankenstein and also the lover of the poet Shelley, with whom she eloped.
The above letter illustrates the depth of Wollstonecraft’s feelings for her ‘writer’ and also makes reference to their sexual passion.
Dear Miss Kaiser,
I am 34 (almost) years old, singel (again) and broke. I love you very much and would like to marry you very very soon.* I cannot promise to support us very well. — but if given the chance I will shure in hell try –
*soon means very soon.
What is the size of this finger??
as soon as I get to that hospital I will write “reams” well little ones.
Charles Eames’ handwritten proposal to Ray
Modernist industrial designers and husband-and-wife team Charles and Ray Eames are probably one of the most influential couples in design today. The Eames chair, in its various forms, is a popular classic. In 1941, Charles sent this charming handwritten love letter to Ray – who, of course, said ‘yes’. The rest, as they say, is history.
See also:Charles and Ray Eames’ Lounge Chair debut on Arlene Francis’s ‘Home’, NBC, 1955 – in two parts
My dearest boy,
This is to assure you of my immortal, my eternal love for you. Tomorrow all will be over. If prison and dishonour be my destiny, think that my love for you and this idea, this still more divine belief, that you love me in return will sustain me in my unhappiness and will make me capable, I hope, of bearing my grief most patiently. Since the hope, nay rather the certainty, of meeting you again in some world is the goal and the encouragement of my present life, ah! I must continue to live in this world because of that.…”
29 April 1895
Oscar Wilde to Lord Alfred ‘Bosie’ Douglas
Oscar Wilde met Lord Alfred ‘Bosie’ Douglas in 1891, when the young man was 21. Wilde adored Bosie, who would become his literary muse and great love. Their affair was exciting, passionate and turbulent. It was also illegal. While Wilde went on to produce some of his best work during this period, he also attracted the unwanted attention of Bosie’s father, the Marquess of Queensberry, who disapproved of his son’s relationship with the Irish writer. Wilde actually sued the Marquess for libel, but as a result of the details exposed about his own private life, Wilde found himself being prosecuted for committing gross indecency with members of his own sex. He was to suffer two very public and humiliating trials and this letter was written at the depths of his despair on the night before his final trial, at which he was sentenced to two years hard labour. On his release, Wilde left the country to live in France in exile, where he died destitute in 1900.
Please, please don’t be so depressed – We’ll be married soon, and then these lonesome nights will be over forever – and until we are, I am loving, loving every tiny minute of the day and night – Maybe you won’t understand this, but sometimes when I miss you most, it’s hardest to write – and you always know when I make myself – Just the ache of it all – and I can’t tell you. If we were together, you’d feel how strong it is – you’re so sweet when you’re melancholy. I love your sad tenderness – when I’ve hurt you – That’s one of the reasons I could never be sorry for our quarrels – and they bothered you so – Those dear, dear little fusses, when I always tried so hard to make you kiss and forget –
Scott – there’s nothing in all the world I want but you – and your precious love – All the material things are nothing. I’d just hate to live a sordid, colorless existence – because you’d soon love me less – and less – and I’d do anything – anything – to keep your heart for my own – I don’t want to live – I want to love first, and live incidentally – Why don’t you feel that I’m waiting – I’ll come to you, Lover, when you’re ready – Don’t don’t ever think of the things you can’t give me – You’ve trusted me with the dearest heart of all – and it’s so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had —
How can you think deliberately of life without me – If you should die – O Darling – darling Scott – It’d be like going blind. I know I would, too – I’d have no purpose in life – just a pretty – decoration. Don’t you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered – and I was delivered to you – to be worn – I want you to wear me, like a watch – charm or a button hole boquet – to the world. And then, when we’re alone, I want to help – to know that you can’t do anything without me.”
Zelda to F. Scott Fitzgerald
The love affair between Zelda Sayre and F. Scott Fitzgerald has been recounted time and time again in words and on film. The Fitzgeralds’ relationship epitomises the Jazz Age for many people – the glamour, the parties, the excesses. As a writer, Fitzgerald drew on their tempestuous relationship in his various novels and short stories.
Fitzgerland first met Zelda in the 1918 at a dance in Montgomery. He was immediately smitten, despite it being obvious that Zelda had several men pursuing her. Their love affair developed through an exchange of letters, many of which have been published in books. Although Zelda turned down Fitzgerald’s first proposal in 1919 – her parents disapproved of his lowly status as an impoverished writer – she later said ‘yes’ after Scribner agreed to publish Fitzgerald’s first book, This Side of Paradise.
Zelda joined Fitzgerald in New York and they married in April 1920. Alcoholism, mental illness, infidelity and bitter acrimony, for many years conducted for the most part against the beautiful, luxurious backdrop of southern France and Europe – caused great fissures in their relationship.
And yet, as this letter from Spring 1919 shows, Zelda did adore Fitzgerald.
Dearest I love you –
I am on my back – waiting to be spread wide apart – waiting for you – to die with the sense of you – the pleasure of you – the sensuousness of you touching the sensuousness of me –
…Dearest – my body is simply crazy with wanting you – If you don’t come tomorrow — I don’t see how I can wait for you — I wonder if your body wants mine the way mine wants yours — the kisses — the hotness — the wetness — all melting together — the being held so tight that it hurts — the strangle and the struggle.”
16 May 1922
Georgia O’Keeffe to Alfred Stieglitz
During the course of their 30-year relationship, influential painter Georgia O’Keeffe and photographer Alfred Stieglitz exchanged more than 5,000 letters, detailing the minutiae of their lives and also the passionate nature of their affair. The above letter, written by O’Keeffe at York Beach, Maine, in 1922, illustrates this beautifully as O’Keeffe goes from writing about breakfast, her pastels and the landscape to a vivid, sensual description of how her body craves his.
MY BELOVED ANGEL,
I am nearly mad about you, as much as one can be mad: I cannot bring together two ideas that you do not interpose yourself between them.
I can no longer think of nothing but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.
As for my heart, there you will always be — very much so. I have a delicious sense of you there. But my God, what is to become of me, if you have deprived me of my reason? This is a monomania which, this morning, terrifies me.
I rise up every moment say to myself, ‘Come, I am going there!’ Then I sit down again, moved by the sense of my obligations. There is a frightful conflict. This is not a life. I have never before been like that. You have devoured everything.
I feel foolish and happy as soon as I let myself think of you. I whirl round in a delicious dream in which in one instant I live a thousand years. What a horrible situation!
Overcome with love, feeling love in every pore, living only for love, and seeing oneself consumed by griefs, and caught in a thousand spiders’ threads. O, my darling Eva, you did not know it. I picked up your card. It is there before me, and I talked to you as if you were here. I see you, as I did yesterday, beautiful, astonishingly beautiful.
Yesterday, during the whole evening, I said to myself ‘She is mine!’ Ah! The angels are not as happy in Paradise as I was yesterday!”
19 June 1836
Honoré de Balzac to Countess Evelina Hańska
Influential French writer Honoré de Balzac is best known for La Comédie Humaine, his masterpiece of realism, comprising a series of linked novels, novellas and short stories that portray Parisian and French provincial society during the Restoration and July monarchy. Balzac began writing them in 1831 and continued to do so over the next 20 years.
In 1833, Balzac began to correspond with a young countess, Ewelina Hańska. Although married at the time to a much-older Polish landowner, ‘Eva’, as Balzac called her, fell in love with the struggling writer, who at one time did live in a garret. Balzac and his Eva continued to write to each other for the next 17 years and the above letter shows the power of Balzac’s love for the countess.
When Eva’s husband died, the couple were finally able to marry on 15 March 1850. Sadly, Balzac died just five months later, in August of that year.
Victor Hugo delivered the eulogy to his great friend. Commenting on Balzac’s influence, he said: ‘Henceforth men’s eyes will be turned towards the faces not of those who are the rulers but of those who are the thinkers.’
Off you go again alone and its with a very heavy heart I part from you. No more kisses and tender caresses for ever so long — I want to bury myself in you, hold you tight in my arms, make you feel the intense love of mine.
You are my very life Sweetheart, and every separation gives such endless heartache…
Goodbye my Angel, Husband of my heart I envy my flowers that will accompany you. I press you tightly to my breast, kiss every sweet place with tender love…
God bless and protect you, guard you from all harm, guide you safely and firmly into the new year. May it bring glory and sure peace, and the reward for all this war has cost you.
I gently press my lips to yours and try to forget everything, gazing into your lovely eyes – I lay on your precious breast, rested my tired head upon it still. This morning I tried to gain calm and strength for the separation.
Goodbye wee one, Lovebird, Sunshine, Huzy mine, Own!”
30 December 1915
Tsarina Alexandra to Tsar Nicholas II of Russia
Nicholas II was both the last Tsar of Russia and one of the last of the Romanovs. He is perhaps most remembered today for the extremely brutal circumstances in which he and his family were incarcerated and later murdered after the Russian Revolution.
An erudite, intelligent and articulate man, Nicholas was, none-the-less, sadly ill-equipped when he became Tsar, aged 26, in 1894. The task ahead was a daunting one, to unite a great, conflicted land, whose differing peoples were recovering from war, while also trying to deal with the pressures of a Russia straddling both the old world and the new.
Shortly after his accession, however, Nicholas realised his dream of marrying Princess Alix of Hesse (Queen Victoria’s granddaughter). She became ‘Alexandra Feodorovna’ after her conversion to the Russian Orthodox faith. The Romanovs were unusual in that they enjoyed the most novel of relationships, particularly amongst their fellow royalty, a ‘love’ marriage. In fact, they had reportedly fallen in love at their first meeting in 1884, at the wedding of Nicholas’s uncle, Grand Duke Sergei, to Alix’s sister, Elizabeth. Nicholas later wrote in his diary: ‘It is my dream to one day marry Alix H. I have loved her for a long time, but more deeply and strongly since 1889, when she spent six weeks in Petersburg. For a long time, I have resisted my feeling that my dearest dream will come true.’
Both before and after their marriage, Nicholas and Alexandra corresponded regularly. This letter, written in December 1915, shows the depth of Alexandra’s affection and passion for her husband. The couple remained devoted to each other until their deaths, along with those of their children, at the hands of Bolshevik soldiers, in 1918.
Wednesday Morng. [Kentish Town, 1820]
My Dearest Girl,
I have been a walk this morning with a book in my hand, but as usual I have been occupied with nothing but you: I wish I could say in an agreeable manner. I am tormented day and night. They talk of my going to Italy. ‘Tis certain I shall never recover if I am to be so long separate from you: yet with all this devotion to you I cannot persuade myself into any confidence of you….
You are to me an object intensely desirable — the air I breathe in a room empty of you in unhealthy. I am not the same to you — no — you can wait — you have a thousand activities — you can be happy without me. Any party, anything to fill up the day has been enough.
How have you pass’d this month? Who have you smil’d with? All this may seem savage in me. You do no feel as I do — you do not know what it is to love — one day you may — your time is not come….
I cannot live without you, and not only you but chaste you; virtuous you. The Sun rises and sets, the day passes, and you follow the bent of your inclination to a certain extent — you have no conception of the quantity of miserable feeling that passes through me in a day — Be serious! Love is not a plaything — and again do not write unless you can do it with a crystal conscience. I would sooner die for want of you than —
Yours for ever
John Keats to Fanny Brawne
Nineteenth-century English Romantic poet John Keats first met Fanny Brawne in November 1818, while she was living at Wentworth Place in London, the home of his friend Charles Brown. The couple grew close following the death of Tom, Keats’ beloved brother, of tuberculosis in December, when Fanny proved a supportive and loving friend. It was, thus, perhaps inevitable that the young man should fall in love with Fanny.
In October 1919 the couple became engaged secretly. Both Keats’ own peers and Fanny’s family disapproved of the relationship, the former through jealousy, the latter because of Keats’ dire financial situation. During this time, Keats wrote Fanny many letters, which were published, in 1878, long after his death.
In the winter of 1820, Keats was diagnosed with tuberculosis, the disease that had killed his brother and mother. His health began to decline rapidly and he was advised to move to Italy, where the climate was deemed better for his constitution. The above letter was written just before Keats left England and he expresses his dismay at being parted from Fanny, accusing her of not sharing his feelings and also failing to know what love is.
The Italian climate did not save John Keats’ life, however: he was not to recover and on 23 February 1821, at the extremely young age of 25, he died. When Keats was buried, an unopened letter from Fanny was reportedly entombed with him.
Their love story was made into an acclaimed film, Bright Star (2009), written and directed by the wonderful Jane Campion and starring Ben Whishaw as Keats and Abbie Cornish as Fanny.
See also: ‘Bright Star’ by John Keats, the poem he is believed to have written to Fanny
The way I thought was wrong, having not known, it was right. Here is the proof of my feelings, Don’t hate me, love me forever: —
Beautiful is the world, slow is one to take advantage. Wind up the world the other way. And at the start of the turning of the earth, lie my feelings for thou.
Shame on me.
I love you.”
Charlie Parker to Chan Parker
This undated letter was sent by legendary jazz saxophonist Charlie ‘Bird’ Parker to his common-law-wife Chan Richardson (also known as Parker). Born Beverly Dolores Berg, a name she disliked, Chan changed it as soon as she was able. By the time she met Parker, in 1945, Chan’s unofficial title was ‘Queen of 52nd Street’, the place associated most wth jazz in the 1940s and 50s. Her extraordinary beauty, wit and intelligence meant that the 18-year-old Chan could have had her pick of men. In fact, when she met the 23-year-old Parker, she was already married, as was the musician. Despite this, their friendship quickly developed into love. Chan and her young daughter moved in with Parker in 1950. Ebony featured the couple on the cover of the magazine, a progressive act considering that they were an interracial couple at a time when society largely disapproved of the public expression of such love.
Parker’s own drug abuse and the very tragic death of the Parkers’ three-year-old daughter, Pree, in 1954, brought further strain to their relationship and they split up. A year later, Parker was dead, but this rather lovely letter shows the power of Parker’s love for his Chan.
Chan later wrote a memoir about her relationship with the great musician. She described Parker’s life as ‘a joyous thing. He lived it fully, loved his kids, music, movies. Simple things. Bird liked simple things. He was the strongest man I ever met in my life.’
Good morning, on 7 July
Even in bed my ideas yearn towards you, my Immortal Beloved, here and there joyfully, then again sadly, awaiting from Fate, whether it will listen to us. I can only live, either altogether with you or not at all. Yes, I have determined to wander about for so long far away, until I can fly into your arms and call myself quite at home with you, can send my soul enveloped by yours into the realm of spirits — yes, I regret, it must be. You will get over it all the more as you know my faithfulness to you; never another one can own my heart, never — never! O God, why must one go away from what one loves so, and yet my life in W. as it is now is a miserable life.
Your love made me the happiest and unhappiest at the same time. At my actual age I should need some continuity, sameness of life — can that exist under our circumstances? Angel, I just hear that the post goes out every day — and must close therefore, so that you get the L. at once. Be calm — love me — today — yesterday.
What longing in tears for you — You — my Life — my All — farewell. Oh, go on loving me — never doubt the faithfullest heart
Of your beloved
7 July 1812
Ludwig van Beethoven to his Immortal Beloved
Following the death of composer Ludwig van Beethoven, in March 1827, a handwritten love letter was found amongst his papers. Addressed to a mysterious ‘Immortal Beloved’, it comprised three parts (the above section is the third and last) and appears to have been written between 5 and 7 July 1812.
There has been a lot of speculation as to the identity of Beethoven’s paramour. For many people, Austrian noblewoman Antonie Bretano, the daughter of a diplomat, is the most likely candidate. The composer also dedicated the Diabelli Variations Op. 120 to Antonie.
My darling (my still) My husband.
I wish I could tell you of my love for you, of my fear, my delight, my pure animal pleasure of you – (with you) – my jealousy, my pride, my anger at you, at times. Most of all my love for you, and whatever love you can dole out to me – I wish I could write about it but I can’t.
I can only ‘boil and bubble’ inside and hope you understand how I really feel. Anyway I lust thee,
Your (still) Wife.
P.S. O’Love, let us never take each other for granted again!
P.P.S. How about that – 10 years!!”
15 March 1974, on their 10th anniversary
Elizabeth Taylor to Richard Burton
The tragic love story of Hollywood stars and cultural icons Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton has been immortalised in words, on film and most recently on TV in an excellent BBC drama, Burton and Taylor (2013), starring Dominic West and Helena Bonham Carter in the title roles.
In about 1962, Taylor and Burton met on the film set of Cleopatra. Taylor was cast as the celebrated Egyptian ruler and Burton as her lover, Mark Antony. They were both married to other people at the time, but their attraction to each other proved too great to resist.
Taylor later said of their first meeting:
‘His hands were shaking and he had the worst hangover I’d ever seen … And he was obviously terrified of me. I just took pity on him and that was the beginning of our affair. He is a very sexy man, with the sort of jungle essence one can sense.’
Taylor and Burton’s subsequent very public and very heated affair led to a public outcry; it was even condemned by The Vatican, who stated that it threatened the ‘moral health of society’. The affair eventually led them to divorce their respective spouses and to marry in 1964.
This letter, written in March 1974, was discovered inside a book that had been left in a drawer under a bed in the California rental home the couple lived in while Burton was filming The Klansman. Just days later, however, Burton and Taylor separated, later divorcing, amidst accusations of infidelity, abuse and alcoholism.
They remarried a year later, only to divorce again.
Both Burton and Taylor repeatedly declared that the other had been the love of his/her life.
I awake full of you. Your image and the memory of last night’s intoxicating pleasures has left no rest to my senses.
Sweet, incomparable Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart. Are you angry? Do I see you sad? Are you worried? My soul breaks with grief, and there is no rest for your lover; but how much the more when I yield to this passion that rules me and drink a burning flame from your lips and your heart? Oh! This night has shown me that your portrait is not you!
You leave at midday; in three hours I shall see you.
Meanwhile, my sweet love, a thousand kisses; but do not give me any, for they set my blood on fire.
Napoleon Bonaparte to Josephine
The love affair between Napoleon and Rose ‘Joséphine’ de Beauharnais (née Marie-Joséphe-Rose Tascher) has probably been retold as often as that of Lord Nelson’s and Emma Hamilton. Napoleon was a Major General in the French Army when he and Joséphine became lovers, in 1795. Until then, she had been known as ‘Rose’, but Napoleon referred to her as his ‘Joséphine’. The couple married a year later, in March 1796, two months after Napoleon proposed.
Napoleon had great plans for their future and on their marriage gave Joséphine a medallion inscribed with the words ‘to destiny’. He wrote many love letters to Joséphine while he was on campaign in Italy. His love only began to wane when Joséphine found solace in another man’s arms and he himself embarked on a series of affairs. The letters, however, stand the test of time.
MY MISTRESS & FRIEND,
my heart and I surrender ourselves into your hands, beseeching you to hold us commended to your favour, and that by absence your affection to us may not be lessened: for it were a great pity to increase our pain, of which absence produces enough and more than I could ever have thought could be felt, reminding us of a point in astronomy which is this: the longer the days are, the more distant is the sun, and nevertheless the hotter; so is it with our love, for by absence we are kept a distance from one another, and yet it retains its fervour, at least on my side; I hope the like on yours, assuring you that on my part the pain of absence is already too great for me; and when I think of the increase of that which I am forced to suffer, it would be almost intolerable, but for the firm hope I have of your unchangeable affection for me: and to remind you of this sometimes, and seeing that I cannot be personally present with you, I now send you the nearest thing I can to that, namely, my picture set in a bracelet, with the whole of the device, which you already know, wishing myself in their place, if it should please you.
This is from the hand of your loyal servant and friend,
c. August 1528
Henry VIII to his mistress Anne Boleyn
The relationship of English Tudor King, Henry VIII, with Anne Boleyn has been analysed, retold and reinterpreted in history, literature, film, plays and even in music. The love affair, which led to England’s break from Rome, divorce from Henry’s first wife, Katherine of Aragon and the establishment of the Church of England, had long-reaching effects on English society, culture and religion.
Following his bitter divorce from Katherine, Henry married Anne Boleyn, but their marriage was fated to be an unhappy one – for the most part, full of intrigue and recrimination – although it did produce one of the most famous queens in history, Elizabeth I. Sadly, the love, which Henry declares so well in the series of letters written to Anne during their courtship, ended – and ended badly – in Anne’s imprisonment and execution.
The above letter, written in about August 1528, is my favourite from the many Henry wrote to Anne before their marriage: it shows Henry at the height of his infatuation with the lovely Anne.
… For 16 nights I have listened expectantly for the opening of my door, for the whispered ‘Lushka’ as you entered my room, and tonight I am alone. What shall I do? How can I sleep? … I don’t want to sleep, for fear of waking up, thinking you near by my side, and stretching out my arms to clasp — emptiness!
Mitya, do you remember this?
All that I know of love I learned of you,
And I know all that lovers can know,
Since passionately loving to be loved
The subtlety of your wise body moved
My senses to a curiosity
And your wise heart adorned itself for me.
Did you not teach me how to love you, how
To win you, how to suffer for you now
Since you have made, as long as life endures,
My very nerves, my very senses, yours?
I suffer for you now with that same skill
Of self-consuming ecstasy, whose thrill
(May Death some day the thought of it remove!)
You gathered form the very hands of Love.
… I think you now do realize that this can’t go on, that we must once and for all take our courage in both hands, and go away together. What sort of a life can we lead now? Yours, an infamous and degrading lie to the world, officially bound to someone you don’t care for, perpetually with that someone, that in itself constitutes an outrage to me, being constantly watched and questioned, watched to see if the expected reaction is not taking place, questioned to make quite sure there is no one else!
I, not caring a damn for anyone but you, utterly lost, miserably incomplete, condemned to leading a futile, purposeless existence, which no longer holds the smallest attraction for me…
A cheery picture, isn’t it? And you know how true it is. At all events, I implore you to run the H.N. [Harold Nicolson, Vita’s husband] fiction to death. It is the only thing that can save us, the only thing that will ensure peace for both of us.
En attendant, I think ‘there is a lot to be said for being (temporarily) dead’. Mitya, what stabs me like a knife is to remember you here in this room watching the last things being packed preparatory to going away with you, a fortnight ago. When I think of that and you waiting for me on the stairs, I feel quite faint from the pain of it all. My God, how exultant we were! And now, ‘la vie est devenue cendre dans son fruit’. [life now has ashes in the fruit.] There is nothing to look forward to, nothing.
I never thought I would (or could) love like this….”
22 July 1910
Violet Trefusis to Vita Sackville-West
The love affair between writer Vita Sackville-West and Violet Trefusis is well documented. Violet’s letters, so passionate, beautiful and raw, are often quoted, particularly in any good collection of letters. Vita’s correspondence with Violet was burned by Violet’s husband in a fit of rage and only Violet’s letters remain to show how passionate and all-consuming their relationship was.
Vita and Violet met when they were children and as they matured so did they attraction for each other. Although both women were naturally drawn to their own sex, both married – Vita, in 1913, to Harold Nicolson, Violet less happily to Denys Trefusis in 1919. Vita and Violet’s affair was at its height, from 1917 to 1920. This letter dates from 1910.
YOU will not believe what a longing for you possesses me. The chief cause of this is my love; and then we have not grown used to be apart.
So it comes to pass that I lie awake a great part of the night, thinking of you; and that by day, when the hours return at which I was wont to visit you, my feet take me, as it is so truly said, to your chamber, but not finding you there I return, sick and sad at heart, like an excluded lover.
The only time that is free from these torments is when I am being worn out at the bar, and in the suits of my friends. Judge you what must be my life when I find my repose in toil, my solace in wretchedness and anxiety.
Letter to Calpurnia, from Pliny the Younger (AD62?–cAD113), her husband
From Letters, Harvard Classics
Pliny the Younger was born cAD62 in what is modern-day Como, Italy. The nephew of Pliny the Elder, Pliny practiced law and came to be known for his skill and honesty and by the age of 39, he had reached the highest office of state, consul. By that time, he had also been married twice and both of his wives had died childless, a fact that saddened Pliny greatly. Thus, his marriage to 14-year-old Calpurnia came as no surprise to those who knew him. A young, nubile wife was more likely to be able to bear children. Calpurnia was everything Pliny wanted in a wife, but their desire to have children was sadly not realised. Pliny’s relationship with Calpurnia was, however, deep and long-lasting and, as the above letter shows, separation from her was painful.
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Getting all those emotions you feel in a love letter for him can be brutal. But a love letter for a boyfriend is a perfect way to express all your feelings and show him just how much you truly care. Whether you just miss him, it is a special occasion or just because, find the perfect words to display your undying love.
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It was two years ago tonight that you first told me you loved me and asked me to be your girlfriend. You changed my life that evening and put us on a path that has brought us such joy.
When I look at you today, I realize my love for you grows deeper, richer, and more satisfying as time goes by. Whenever something good happens, you're the first person I want to tell. When something bad happens, I know that I can count on you to take me in your arms and tell me everything will be alright.
I'm the luckiest woman in the world because I can truly say that I'm in love with my best friend. There's not another man in the world that can hold a candle to you, my darling, and I just wanted let you know that I love you more than even the most heartfelt words can express.
With love from the one who adores you.
Being apart from you is more difficult than I ever imagined. I see reminders of you everywhere I look, and they make me ache to be near you again.
I love you with all my heart. I cherish every moment we spend together, and I love you even more in the moments when we are apart. Tonight as I write this letter, it's like you are right here with me. I feel your hand on my shoulder, your fingers in my hair, and the soft breath of your kiss on my cheek. I miss you, darling. Come home soon.
All my love,
Your Forever Girl
Today is your birthday, and I just wanted to take a moment to tell you how much I love you. Just being with you has made all my dreams come true, and I want to do everything I can to make you feel that way too. You deserve to be treasured for being the sweetest, kindest, most thoughtful boyfriend any girl could ask for and believe me, I do treasure you. I hope we will celebrate your birthday together each year for the rest of our lives.
Happy Birthday from your sweetheart.
I realize that I overreacted last night, and I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am. The truth is, I can't picture my life without you. When you walk into the room, my heart beats a little faster. When I hear your voice, I melt a little inside. And when I see your sweet face, I know that you are my one true love. When you take me in your arms, it feels like coming home to the only place I belong. Please forgive me and let me make it up to you tonight.
All my love,
If you wonder just how much I love you, wonder no more. You are the sun in my sky, the river that runs through my soul, and the very air I breathe. Before I met you, I didn't believe it was possible to love someone so deeply and completely, but you have given me faith that true love really does exist because I share it with you.
You are the most fortunate man on the planet because you receive a Dear John letter anytime someone writes to you. You are luckier still because my Dear John letters are unmatched in their love, appreciation, and tenderness. You send me flowers, I send you a Dear John. You give me tickets to my favorite musical, I give you a Dear John. You give me diamonds for my birthday, I give you a Dear John.
So my dearest, darling John, let me tell you how much I:
Only want you
Love you always, my dearest John.
Hey Sweetie Pie,
You were already on my mind when I woke up this morning. Funny how I just can't stop thinking about you. Six months ago we hadn't even met, and now you are the most important person in my life. So, I just wanted to say I love you, and I can't wait to see you again.
Your #1 Girl
You always ask me why I love you, so I decided to write it all down so you can keep it and read it whenever you feel the need.
I love your sense of humor. It's one of the first things I noticed about you.
You have a way of putting people at ease with a simple joke, and you always include everyone in the fun instead of using your humor to put someone down.
I love your optimistic nature. You always try to see the good in every person and situation, even when I can't see it myself. When I look at the world through your eyes, it's a better place.
I love the way you look. You're so handsome, but you don't seem to realize how good looking you are. I see the way other people look at you, and I know they envy me for being with you. I'd love you even if you weren't so darn handsome, but I'm glad you are.
I love your gentle hands. You're such a strong man, but you have such a soft touch. When you take my hand in yours, I feel safe and cared for. I can't tell you how wonderful that is.
I love your generous soul. Whenever someone's in need, you're the first person to lend a hand. Some people might think you're a little too generous and easily taken advantage of, but I know better. You just can't resist helping because you understand how easily you could find yourself in the same situation.
I love the way you kiss me. Your lips perfectly fit with mine. I love those quick kisses you shower me with throughout the day, and I love your deep, lingering kisses even more. They make my toes curl, and I shiver with delight.
Most importantly, I love the way you complete me. You are my the soul mate I thought I'd never find. You cheer me up when I'm down and help me find balance when my world is out of control. You make me want to do the same for you.
When I think about all the reasons I love you, I begin to wonder why someone as special as you, loves me. Maybe someday you'll write a letter for me.
I'm so excited we're about to spend our first Christmas together. This has always been my favorite holiday, but it will be even more special this year because we'll share it together. I cannot wait to sit by the tree with you on Christmas Eve, share a little wine, watch the lights twinkle, and open our gifts to each other. We can visit friends and family Christmas Day, but let's make Christmas Eve our own private celebration.
Your Christmas Angel
I hope this letter finds you safe and sound. I know you've only been deployed for a few weeks, but it already feels like an eternity. I miss the sound of your voice and being able to look at you and share a smile. I still haven't washed the shirt you left at my place because it smells like you. I like to put it on and imagine your arms are wrapped around me. You're the first thing I think of when I wake in the morning, the last thing I think of each night, and you're always in my dreams.
Even though I worry, I hope you know how proud I am of you and the sacrifice you're making for our country. You're the strongest, bravest person I know, and those are just a few reasons why I love you. I'll tell you the rest when you come home. Until then, stay safe my love.
From Your Sweetie
I always dreamed of having a boyfriend, and I used to ponder what he'd be like. I imagined he'd be handsome and funny, and he'd be a great person too. Now you're here, and all my dreams have become a reality. It's so wonderful to have someone special to share everything with. You laugh at my dorky jokes, and we love listening to the same music. I feel like I can tell you anything, and you understand exactly where I'm coming from. I've never been so happy, and it's all because of you. I hope you feel the same, and I promise I'll try to be the best girlfriend you'll ever have.
I can remember the day we met like it was yesterday. We were at that party. I was having a drink and talking with a few friends when I randomly looked around the room. My eyes stopped on you, and my heart felt a rush. You happened to look over at the same moment and smiled at me. The minute I saw your smile, I knew I had to get to know you.
I went back to talking to my friends and trying not to let my excitement show, but my heart was beating so hard I found it difficult to hear the conversation. One of my friends asked me if I was all right because my face looked flushed. I turned my head, so you couldn't read my lips, and I told her, "I think I just fell in love with that gorgeous redhead over by the window." Of course, she had to take a look, and I grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to the kitchen with me because it was so obvious I was talking about you.
You walked into the kitchen a couple minutes later to add some ice to your glass, and there I was, wishing I could think of something witty to say. When it became obvious I was completely at a loss for words, you broke the ice by saying hi and flashing another one of those brilliant smiles. I managed to say hi back to you, and that was the beginning of a lovely conversation that has been going on for a little over a year now. To think, it all started with your smile.
When you're trying to figure out how to write a letter to someone you love, you may find that mere words don't express how you truly feel. You might get frustrated when your sweet love letter for him comes out sounding sappy and not at all what you wanted to convey. If you're not well-versed in the art of writing, you may feel as though your writing doesn't sound quite right. Here is the truth: when it comes from the heart, a love letter is always a romantic gesture.
You don't need a strict outline, but at least compose a list of the things you want to make sure to mention within the letter. What are the things you want to say to your loved one? Think about the main reason you're writing the letter. Is it to simply convey your love, or are you celebrating something specific like an anniversary or milestone in your relationship? Is your loved one having a difficult time at work and can use an emotional boost? Whether you're writing a brief love paragraph for your boyfriend or a long, epic letter, keep your motivation in mind when you make your preparatory list of the things you want to mention.
Compose a first draft where you just pour out all you emotions onto the paper (or screen), keeping your notes in mind and don't worry initially about grammar, spelling, or even how the letter sounds. After you're finished writing, walk away from it for an hour or so - a day is great, if possible. This allows you to review it with a clear perspective and see if it's along the lines of what you want to present.
Read the letter out loud to yourself to hear how it really sounds. If you said these things to your loved one face-to-face, would they make sense and do they really express your feelings? Tweak anything that doesn't sound right and clean up the grammar and spelling.
Write or print the final draft of the letter on attractive paper with romantic font or handwriting. Hand deliver it or leave it somewhere it will be found.
As you can see from these samples, writing a love letter can be as simple or dramatic as you want it to be. You can even add personal touches like enclosing a photo of the two of you or misting the letter with a little of your perfume. The truly important thing is to say what's in your heart and say it in your own words so they ring true when your boyfriend reads them. If you get it right and your passion shines through, you just might receive a love note from him in return where he says how he feels about you.
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Haha, do you know how long it’s taking me to write this? I’ve probably written, read, and deleted my words so many times. It’s taken almost two hours to write. But here it goes.
Well my dear boyfriend, I can’t say that we’ve known each other for sooo long, but I can definitely say that I trust you as if I knew you for years. I can count on you whenever I’m sad, angry, or in need of somebody to talk. Hmmm what can I say about you and us?
When we first started talking, I didn’t think much of it. I thought you would walk away after learning about my fucked-up past. I was almost sure it wouldn’t work out. I never knew; never thought it would be like this, me needing you so much. I never thought you’d be the first thing I thought about in the morning. The last thing I thought about before I went to bed. It took a very short time for me to fall for you. It scared me. It terrified me. I never thought that I would ever leave myself vulnerable to someone, to give them such power over me. To give them the power to break my heart and stomp all over it. I never thought it was possible. Nonetheless, I did. I gave you everything. I gave in to loving you. It’s impossible to articulate how much I love you. It’s impossible to even touch on the subject. I love you with every inhale, exhale, and step that I take. Even though everyone around me tried to talk me out of loving you, I know I couldn’t. I know that they didn’t understand that this is one in a million. I know they’ve never felt what we do. Just because we’re so young doesn’t mean we are incapable of being in love. This, US, we are living, breathing, loving, examples. I don’t care what people may think about us, because I know what I feel. And i know this is real. And whatever happens in the end; I will forever love you. No matter what. I will forever love you the same way I do now. I’m in love with you, and for once, I’m happy. So, thank you. Thank you for loving me and making me feel beautiful every day. Thank you for listening to me.
You mean so much to me. You are understanding when I make no sense, forgiving when I make mistakes, and patient when I don’t deserve it. You are always there to steady me when I fear that I’m falling. I’m a tough person to be with but you seem to be able to handle me and that’s amazing to me because not a lot of people can. You can’t begin to comprehend how grateful I am for that.
I just want you to know that no matter how anybody else sees you, to me you are precious and important and worth so, so much. I love you.
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