Hello girlies! This is the last Thursday for the month of February, and we’re closing it off with a love letter. But don’t panic, we won’t ask you to share an old love letter here (although you can, if you want to. Hee hee). What we will do this week is we’ll compose a love letter to someone special to us (a husband, boyfriend, crush, heck, even an imaginary/future/potential lover!).
For this prompt I chose to recycle (I’m a cheat, I know :P) a love letter I wrote to Paulie almost three years ago for his birthday/father’s day (originally published here). Reading back over this makes me realize how I’m still (and will forever be) in love with the same man. That no matter how many years pass, I will still feel the same. Here it is:
Well, here we go. Celebrating yet another year of your life with Svet and I. It’s been what?, almost four years since we started celebrating your birthday together? That short a span of time, but it feels like I’ve known you forever. And no, of course I am not getting tired of being with you. When I was a little girl, I used to dream of a man who makes me feel warm just by touching my hand. When I was a high school girl with childish dreams, I used to say that I will find someone that will love my future daughter as much (or even more) as I would love her. When I was in college and at the peak of my craziness over Maroon 5, I swear I will forever stay beside the person who will sing to me my all time favorite song, Must Get Out.
Guess what. You came and made all those dreams come true. I must have done something good at some point in time when I was growing up, to be given someone like you. So you’re not perfect. Who is? I know I’m not. And everyone who doesn’t believe in you sure as hell aren’t perfect, either. Who needs someone perfect when I can be myself when I’m with you? I can have my hair all messed up, wear shirts a couple, even several days old, have unclean nails, a yucky running nose, but you. You touch my hair like it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid your hands on. You cuddle up to me like and smell me like I’m wearing something just out of the closet. You look at my fingers and laugh at how dirty they are, but kiss them just the same. You wipe my nose with your hands or shirt when I’m crying my heart out in front of you, and you don’t mind. Somebody else can do that. But it wouldn’t feel half as comforting as when you are doing it.
I know that we are going through a very tough time right now, and I admire you for sticking with us and not leaving even though you have been asked to many times, by me, and by an unbelievable number of people around us. You live life as if everything is okay, and I live life as if everything is not okay. And I guess that makes us a good combination. You make me feel loved, every fucking day of this cruel life. You always stayed strong, for me, for us, and but for you I would’ve never survived this long. I cannot even begin to form the words of how thankful I am that you are what you are.
Too cheesy, I know. But please indulge me in this last-minute attempt to be romantic. LOL. How about you? Do you have a love letter to share with us girls? Oh, I decided to spice things up a bit this week. The entry which has the most votes at the end of the month will receive $10 thru PayPal! So make sure to ask your friends to vote for your entry on the 29th!
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