Apr 12, You're my soul mate and I love you so much. You are love of my life. Without you, I don't know what I would do. Together, we have created a.
I'd refer to you by name, but for now it's best I don't.
Everyone I've met thus far in my life has played a part in my story. And while some have taken up chapters, most just scribbled notes in the margins.
You are the one I want to grace all of the pages I have yet to write.
I've made no secret of the misfortunes in my life.
You expect your mid-20s to be a time for starting your life as an adult. You start a career, settle down with the one you love, and look to build a beautiful family together.
I wanted that -- more than anyone. I dreamed of being a husband and eventually a father. Unfortunately, it just wasn't my time. So instead of starting my life, I had to pick up the shattered pieces to one that was once filled with so much promise -- alone.
There are no words to describe that type of pain. It just hurts... like hell. The sun doesn't shine as brightly, life moves a little bit slower, and your heart -- it just doesn't beat the same way anymore.
There's this numbness -- to everything.
And so for the longest time, I've ventured along this broken road in hopes I would find something that would give my heart every reason to beat normally again. Pain made me fear it wouldn't, but faith led me to believe it would.
Regardless, I've journeyed. Along the way, life has pulled me in different directions, introduced me to new people, and given me a completely new perspective.
As I began to open the doors to another potential relationship, I forced myself to be extremely selective. I'm no longer 20-something looking for a girlfriend. I'm a 30-year-old man looking for a woman to build my life with.
"Settling for mediocre love isn't something I am willing to do. Not in this life anyway."
Someone to complement me, and conquer everything with -- one who will stand by my side and love me no matter where this journey takes us.
Needless to say, what I'm looking for today is a lot different than ever before.
But I don't believe in using others as a Band-Aid to a cover up a wound, either.
Sure, I get lonely at times (a lot of times, actually). But you have to reserve that spot for someone special. If you give it away freely, it loses meaning, and you'll never fully appreciate the right person when they do come along.
Time is so damn important. It's precious and should never be wasted on someone who doesn't make your heart scream. So I'm hesitant in giving it just to anyone. I love a woman's companionship, but I'm not desperate for attention. While most men find value in making themselves available to any woman that gives them the time of day, I've made myself unavailable to most. Unorthodox, yes... but I value quality over quantity.
As for the ones who have gotten my time? Some have been kind, others not so much -- yet none have ever made my heart beat the way it once did.
I guess I expect to look at someone and just want every piece of them in my life. Their mind, body and soul... their hopes, dreams and fears.
I've thought at times, "Maybe it's me. Maybe I just don't have the emotional capacity to feel that strongly for someone again."
You start to believe that pain sort of scars you and that everything you're looking for is unrealistic, especially when you're part of a generation whose dating habits consist of swiping on a screen.
Do I find that disappointing? For sure.
But settling for mediocre love isn't something I am willing to do. Not in this life anyway.
So willingly, I've walked alone. In hopes that one day I'll take a glance at someone and feel that fire burn violently inside me once again. Someone whose hand I'll grab and march together with toward the moon.
As the years have passed, I've focused on bettering myself, building a strong career that will serve as the foundation for the life I wish to give my family, mastering my craft as a writer, but more importantly, rebuilding a part of myself that was once lost.
And I've lived, hoping one day, someday, something magnificent would happen; something that would make sense of everything I've been through.
Time has passed, but I've never lost faith.
And sure enough, I glanced up to notice something more magnificent than I could have ever dreamed.
I laid eyes on you, and nothing in my life has been the same since.
You were draped in this beautiful outfit that contoured your body like a glove. And your hair, it fell so elegantly on your shoulders. Everything around you was black and white, and you shined in color.
It was magical. In an instant, you changed my life.
That feeling I prayed about just sort of happened. It's that feeling we all get once in our life -- if we're lucky. And on that day, I guess luck was on my side.
You were this different kind of beautiful, unlike anything I had ever seen. When you smiled and looked my way -- I can't even explain what that did to me.
You made my heart beat in a crazy way, like never before.
It was like my eyes locked onto a soul that I waited years to find.
I felt something so deep within me, and I immediately knew that this broken road filled with pain and uncertainty led me to you.
And while I didn't know how or even why at that point, I knew I had to clear space in my mind for you to stay. In whichever capacity destiny had planned.
But I knew I would have to let you go until destiny allowed us to meet again.
I drove home that evening with this overwhelming desire to learn everything about you.
I wasn't sure if or when I'd see you again, but I was determined to find a way.
Of course, life is never that simple. Circumstances have prevented me from expressing my true feelings for you. But life teaches us that the greatest things are worth waiting for, right?
"You were this different kind of beautiful, unlike anything I had ever seen. In an instant, you changed my life."
Somehow I knew that it would take time and patience; both of which I already knew you were worth. And both of which I was prepared to give.
So I waited.
I spent months uncovering bits and pieces of you, in an ever-so-subtle way. Naturally, you've shared. And slowly but surely, two people, strangers in the not-so-distant past, became connected in this crazy world.
You've occupied my thoughts, been inspiration behind my words, and have given me hope to believe that, one day, I'll love again -- deeper than I have ever loved before.
Even if fate has a different plan for us.
And I need you to understand how important that it is to me.
I think so highly of you. I admire your drive, your passion and your dedication to everything that you love. I adore your innocence and commend the respect you have for yourself. But what captures my attention more than anything else is your simplicity.
You're such a beautiful person.
Behind everything the eye can see, behind all the glitz and the glamour, is a woman with worries and fears. Someone who loves and desires to be loved in return.
So carefully I've listened to everything you've shared with me. And believe me, I've remembered it all.
And I believe so deeply in those dreams of yours. So much, in fact, that I dream even bigger for you.
You're something real. And I'm grateful that you've trusted me enough to give me even the smallest glimpse inside your world.
I'm attracted to everything you've exposed me to.
Those big, beautiful eyes; so captivating.
Your laugh; innocent enough to bring a smile to the angriest of people.
That walk; striking and canny.
Your voice; how it giggles when we speak.
Your intelligence; and how you try to impress me with all you know.
But what I adore the most, what draws me in more than anything else, is that incredible smile.
My God, you take my breath away.
I talk about you to everyone. Like you're poetry to a world still learning the alphabet. And if I had one wish, I'd allow you to see how beautiful you are through my eyes.
Hearing your name or seeing it pop up on my iPhone brings this excitement. A feeling I deliberately waited for; and at times, feared I would never feel again.
So I savor every moment of this feeling because I've learned in my life how quickly things can change.
But I've refrained from sharing any of this with you -- by design.
Sure, I'm certain you're aware of my interest, I've made it rather obvious. But what I actually feel for you I've kept a deep secret -- until now, of course.
Why did I decide to put this out there?
Because I wanted the entire world to know how amazing I think you are. Sure, there are countless men who I'm certain appreciate your obvious outer beauty. But I cannot imagine there being another man in this world who sees your inner beauty the way I do.
It pains me to see you be treated any less than amazing.
I can only hope you give your heart to the person who wants to watch you fly.
"You're poetry to a world still learning the alphabet. And if I had one wish, I'd allow you to see how beautiful you are through my eyes."
I'm aware of what stands in my way, so purposefully, I've kept a safe distance. I've listened and observed, as any man should. But I've refused to be just another who comes along saying you deserve better, telling you how beautiful you are, all while promising you the world.
Truthfully speaking, I don't have a world to promise you. Just my company to explore it with.
What I can give you, though, is a piece of your soul that you never knew was missing and every reason to never stop smiling.
I've allowed my actions to speak louder than any word could. All in hopes that it becomes clear to you there's a man out there who just wants one thing: to make you happy.
Believe me, there's no time too long that will keep me from showing you what you truly deserve... even if that's my only purpose in your life.
If you find interest in me, I'd be honored. And if you don't, that's OK, too.
I believe in energy. And I believe that we're gravitated toward those whose energies we're meant to share. Clearly, I feel yours. And I don't think I met you just to meet you.
That's always been reason enough for me to entertain the idea of there one day being a "you and me."
Maybe this story has more chapters -- or maybe this is the end. Either way, there's something you should know.
You've changed my life.
In an instant, you unknowingly touched my heart, grabbed a piece of my soul, directed it at you, and gave me every reason to never look back.
In perfect harmony, I've released the deepest of my emotions in the smallest of doses.
But this... this is me opening up in ways I never have before.
I wish I could explain how it all happened, but I can't.
It just happened, exactly the way they describe in books and movies. The only difference is that this is real.
Just you and me. And a beautiful story that's waiting to be written.
I wasn't looking for you; you kind of just appeared.
And I don't know if it makes me believe in coincidence, fate or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
You've made me feel what pain and heartache once threatened to take away. So for that, I'm thankful. And that has always been reason enough to pursue you in ways I have never pursued a woman: with deliberate care and a subtle persistence.
And while I may have the attention of people from all over the world, it's only yours that I want.
So for now, I'll watch you from a distance and continue to be your biggest fan.
But trust me, I'll come for you, when the time is right, to uncover everything.
Your hopes, your dreams, your biggest fears. What makes you laugh and what makes you cry.
And I'll leave more than flowers on your doorstep or kisses on your forehead. I'll leave my fingerprints on your soul and pull you close enough to touch your heart.
All so I can wipe away your tears and wash away the insecurities that have been left by those who have failed to love you correctly.
Because like a crisp, blue summer sky, you're the beautiful sight I want to get lost in day after day after day.
Jul 23, IMG_ To my Love: Where to even begin? I am writing to you today to remind you of how much I love you. Yes, I know it is not your birthday.
This comes from a guy who had a past that was broken and he was alone. He met a girl at an event. He thought she was out of his league, but now that he knows her, he knows that she is his one true love.
As I am writing this letter today, I have a million thoughts running through my mind. This letter is meant to be a testament to the love I feel for you – a love that is honestly hard to put into words because it is a love that can only be felt. Do you know how much you mean to me? You are the reason I wake up in the morning – you are the one person that can put a smile on my face, even on those days when I am feeling down. You are the reason I am able to lay in bed and fall asleep peacefully. Looking at it, I realize your love has done so much for me in my life –you have offered me new opportunities that no other person would be able to offer me. I love you so much – more than words will ever be able to express.
As you lay next to me in bed sleeping, I lay there and wonder what I did to get so lucky in my life. You are the one that has reached out and showed me the true meaning of what it feels like to be in peace. There is no other person in this world that could have done that for me. Now that I know you are the one, I want to offer you all of the happiness the world could possibly give. I love you and I will always love you.
There isn’t a day that goes by when my mind isn’t thinking of you – you are the reason behind every piece of joy in my life. You are the one that has lifted me up to show me the beauty of life. Before you came into my life, I didn’t see much beauty around me – I lived in a world that was sad. I was broken and alone.
When you walked into my life, the sunshine walked in with you. I cannot thank you enough for doing everything you have done for you. I can repay you by offering my love unconditionally and whole heartedly. You are my dream come true – you are the love of my life.
When I first saw you, you was standing in the middle of some people, laughing. There was just something about you that I couldn’t quite place my finger on. Maybe it was the way you laughed or that sparkle in your eye. I don’t know, but what I do know is that I was attracted to you and have never been attracted to another woman in this way. When I walked up to you, I hesitated a bit, because I thought I may be out of your league – here I was, a broken guy and there you were, a girl full of life. Do you get what I’m saying? I swear though, when I first talked to you, my heart skipped a beat. Now that we are together, I see that you and I truly were mean to be.
There are a thousand ways to say I love you around the world, but there’s only one way to prove it and that is by the actions we take. Looking back, I see that you have proved that you love me and I hope you are feeling just how much I love you
I try my hardest to show you my love by taking care of you and doing the things I know you like. Forgive me if I have ever hurt you or caused you any pain – that was never my intentions. I love you forever and always and I will never ever leave your side – you are my soul mate, my lover and my best friend. I hope that you and I will get to spend our lives together because I couldn’t imagine spending my life with anyone else other than you.
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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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In an era where text messages are the norm, love letters are believed by many to be a thing of the past. While shooting your loved one a text saying that you miss them can be a great thing, why not show them how you really feel by sending them a letter? Do you have someone in your life that you adore? Show how much you appreciate him or her by giving them a unique and thoughtfully-written love paragraphs.
Many of us might not be used to writing letters anymore. But there is something incredibly romantic about a letter, especially when it is written to a boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, or wife. We often rely on special occasions and holidays to express our feelings to our significant others by giving them greeting cards with special messages written on them. If you dislike writing handwritten letters, you can always opt for emails. A quick romantic email describing your love will surely have a positive effect as well. There are also plenty of digital e-card providers where you can write a cute love paragraph to brighten up your partners day.
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Many times in life, we can end up taking the people who are closest to our hearts for granted. I am so used to all of the wonderful things that you do for me and I never want you to think that I do not appreciate everything that you do for me and our relationship. Every minute of every day, I am always so grateful to have you in my life and in my heart.
I just wanted to let you know that how much I appreciate having you in my life. For helping me through the bad times and being there to help me celebrate the good times, I cherish all of the moments that we share together. There aren’t enough words in the dictionary for me to tell you how glad I am to have you in my life. I am so lucky to have you by my side. Everything you do for me never goes unnoticed. I don’t know what I did to deserve someone as wonderful as you, but I am eternally grateful to have your love, support, and affection. Thank you for being you, and for having me by your side.
Whenever we are apart, I am constantly thinking of you. It is crazy how every little thing can remind me of you. Your smile, your laugh, and the sound of your voice are never far from my thoughts. I can remember the touch of your hand as though you are right here sitting next to me. No matter how far apart we are, you are always in my heart and in my thoughts, and your name is always on the edge of my lips. Your presence in a room makes my light feel so much lighter and my heart yearns for you when you are far away from me. Now that we are miles apart, I cannot wait until we are together again. When I see you again, I will never want to leave your side.
My beloved, you are the greatest thing in my life and it breaks my heart to see that you are hurt. And I hate knowing that I have upset you. The last thing I want to do is hurt your feelings and make you feel sadness and anger. I wish that I could always see your smile and hear your laughter. Your happiness means the world to me. You deserve so much better and I promise to do better, to be the person that you deserve. Please forgive me and I hope that I can prove that I mean it when I say that I am sorry.
Never in my life have I felt more dedicated to anything. I pledge my life and my love to you and I promise to keep investing my time and energy into the wonderful relationship that we have together. Every day I learn something new about you and I am always reminded of how amazing you are. Together, we can have the greatest adventure of all time.
When I try to think of a favorite memory that I share with you, it is hard to pick just one. There are just too many wonderful memories to choose from. I love looking back at our relationship and reliving some of the memories we share together. From the first time we met to our first date, I can’t imagine myself with anyone else in the world but you. All of those moments that we have had have made us who we are as a couple today. I can’t wait to see what memories we go on to create together so we can look back on them happily.
Sometimes, when I think about our relationship, I wonder, what does the future hold in store for us? What surprises are right around the corner? We have already had so many wonderful, exciting adventures. I cannot wait to see what the future holds for us. With you at my side, I know that life will always be exciting. You are the only person in the world I can imagine building a life with. From the bumps in the road to the wonderful times, with our fair share of both heartbreak and laughter, I know that there is no one I would rather spend my future with than you.
Being in a long distance relationship is not easy by any means, but I would not trade this relationship with anything in the world. Nothing in my life is worth more than you, even when you are far away from me. Even though we are separated by many, many miles, my heart has never felt closer to anyone else’s heart but yours. Even when we are so far apart, I feel closer to you now more than ever. I can’t wait to see you, but no matter how far apart we are from one another, I always cherish having you in my life, no matter what the distance between us is. I constantly look forward to the moment when we are reunited once again.
I can only use so many words in the dictionary to show you how much I love you. I love you so much that you are always on my mind, putting a smile on my face and making my heart skip a beat. There are so many ways for me to express my love and I plan on showing you just how much love I have for you for the rest of my life. I hope that my actions let you know the extent of my affection, adoration, and commitment to you.
I hope you know how much you mean to me. You are such an important part of my life. In fact, you are the center of my life. Everything I do is for us and I hope you know that I am always trying to do the right thing that will make our relationship a stronger one. You have inspired me to be the best version of myself that I can possibly be and I hope that I can somehow repay you for everything that you have done for me. Without you, I would be a completely different person. You have taught me so much about life and because of you, I truly know what love is.
You are such a special person. When I think about the fact that you are in my life, I truly cannot believe how lucky I am to have found you. You are so caring, loving, and thoughtful. I know that I couldn’t have found a better person than you to live my life with. You are truly one of a kind, a diamond in the rough, a golden ticket that I am lucky to have won. I am so lucky and so grateful that you chose me.
There are so many people out there in the world, but you are the one person in the entire universe that I can imagine happily growing old with. No matter how much time passes by or how old we get, no matter how many gray hairs and wrinkles we both end up getting, I know that you are the one person in the world that I am truly meant to grow old with. I love you so much for who you are and I could never get tired of you, even on the days where we have our disagreements. As long as we are side by side and hand in hand, I can grow old knowing that I am the luckiest person in the world because I will have you right next to me.
Our love is something that is truly special and there is no other love like ours in the world. I feel as if I have won the lottery with you, someone who is so special and magical, who makes my life and my world a thousand times better just by being there. When I look at you, I know that I have truly hit the jackpot. All you have to do in order to warm my heart is be the loving, caring person that you are. Together, we can do so much and help each other realize our dreams because we truly have a love that is special.
While I cannot give you a magnificent palace or all of the jewels in the world, there are some things that I can promise to give to you. I promise that I will love you until the end of my days on this Earth. I promise you that I will never stop appreciating everything that you do for me. I promise to never stop cherishing the relationship and life that we have built together. I promise to do my part in keeping our relationship alive and happy and strong. I will always do my best to fill your life with happiness and laughter and when times are bad, I will be there to hold your hand and kiss you and embrace you. I will never give up on you and I will never give up on us because I promise to always love you no matter what happens.
Whether it is mere fate or coincidence that brought us together, it does not really matter. All I know is that we were meant to be together forever. I am made for you and you are made for me. We are a perfect match and we complement each other so well. We always bring out the best in each other and I know that even though there are billions of people in the world, I know without a doubt in my mind that you are the only person in the world for me. We are a match made in heaven and a perfect match here on Earth.
When I look at you, I always feel so much stronger and surer of myself. When I think about you, I feel so happy knowing that there is someone out there in the world who loves me as much as I love them. You always make me feel like anything in this world is possible. With your love, it really does feel like I can do anything that I set my mind to. Your love is a miracle that I am so happy to have received. Being with you is a special feeling that I never want to lose. Knowing you and having you in my life has filled me with so much hope and a deeper sense of appreciation for everything that I have in my life. Because of you, I feel special and I know that what we have together is special.
What we have together is unique. It is a special bond that is strong and unbreakable. We can make it through anything we encounter and we only grow stronger from the trials we face together. Together, we are strong. Being with you has made me a better person and I can’t believe that I found you. Ever since I met you, I never want to let you go. The attraction that you and I share is one that is so intense and I never want to be separated from you.
I hope that you know that I will always be there for you. Not just for the good times when we are celebrating and enjoying life, but for the bad times as well. When you are sad, stressed out, or angry, just know that I will be by your side to see you through the tough times. I will hold your hand and lead you through the storm. And when things are going great, I will be there to cheer you on and dance with you.
You are such a gift to me. Having you in my life is such a blessing. Every day, I thank God that you are in my life and that you are by my side. I am so blessed to be able to call you mine and to be called yours. I pray that I will always be able to give you what you need in life and that you will always be there to hold my hand and that you will continue to walk with me on this journey that we call life.
Knowing you has been such an amazing adventure. Ever since I met you, I knew that my life would never ever be the same again. Since I have known you, life has never been sweeter. Thanks to you, my life is more exciting and full of happiness. You have helped me open so many doors that I would have left closed and undiscovered if it were not for you. With you, I am bolder, less afraid, and ready to conquer my next adventure. Knowing you, loving you, and being loved by you in return has been the best adventure of my life and I never want our adventure to come to an end.
I always thought I knew who the man / woman of my dreams was until I met you. Any thoughts I could have of the perfect person went out the window when you came into my life. You have exceeded all of my expectations. Even with your flaws you are perfect because you are the perfect person for me. I could not have dreamed up a better person. Being with you is like being in a dream that I never want to wake up from.
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These are just some of the many ways that you can express your thoughts and feelings to the special person in your life. As you can see, a love paragraph can effectively convey the right message to him or her. No matter what you are feeling, if you have special someone, then you are no doubt always thinking of them. Whether you are feeling excited, amorous, sorry, or find that you miss them greatly, these letters can help you express yourself in a way that shows the other person just how you are feeling.
Keep in mind that you do not need to use these exact love letters when corresponding with your significant other. You can also just use these paragraphs to inspire you to write your own unique letter to that special person in your life.
With these love messages, you will be able to communicate a little better with your special someone and they will definitely appreciate the gesture. Opening the lines of communication can have the ability to improve your relationship and it might even take your romantic relationship to new depths that you have not yet experienced. Communicating with love letters can also rekindle a spark that you once thought was gone. Either way, communicating your love for another person through words is a great way to keep your relationship growing strong.
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