Falling in love through letter writing has been going on for hundreds of at the beginning of the relationship, the significant role of imagination. A sweet love letter can help convey what you may be too shy to say in person, or it can be just the beginning of expressing feelings for your lover. These four. Please email your love letters to [email protected] I. The first time I met you my stomach was lifted into my throat by one million butterflies.
I am not of you. I shall go home. If you have forgotten, or lost your affection for me, please, my Cat, let me know.
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Dylan 26 August What has brought about such a change? Oh, no matter what it is — only tell me! You woke me from a long lethargy, a dull acquiescence in conventional restrictions, a needless self-effacement.
I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way.
Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. And now here we are. In twenty-one days I get to see you. Hey you, I remember how you used to look at me.
There was something in your eye that made my heart skip a beat. You were the first person that ever saw me, the first person to ever give me hope that I could mean something to someone. I guess the irony about this situation is that we were only ever friends, sometimes maybe more. I will always love you for that, I will love you for the times you reached out to me, for the times you said my name. I will love you for every time you thought about me, and most importantly I will always love you for holding my hand.
Mine- Do you remember the night our lives changed? That made my heart flutter. Did I ever tell you that? The days went by, slowly at first. Every second I spent with you felt like an eternity because the world stopped when I was with you. Problems, worries, despair and frustration would melt away. The way your smile made your eyes blaze and my heart explode, I will never forget that.
Our days slid into weeks and months and as the time passed, my adoration for you only intensified. The way you snore when you sleep, stutter when you get excited telling a story, take me in your arms for no reason and kiss me in that spot that only you know. Most of all, though, I love when you look at me. Your eyes, so kind, look past me. They look into me. You see me, who I am to myself and not the world. You see my faults, my failing, my frailty.
But you see beyond it, too. You discover what the world neglects: So you see, you are the one. Because, when I miss you, I think of you, and when I think of you, it makes my heart dream. So always remember, you are mine and I am yours. Love today, tomorrow and forever. You are THE one. When I was little I told myself I would marry the one with the perfect last name and a magical singing voice. And there you were. With every piece of my being I know that you are the one for me.
More than I know that the stars will appear in the sky tonight, more than I know what my favorite color is. You make all the love stories ever written worth believing.
Even if I have to wait a decade for it. Because I will wait. You have someone else and she is great. But I will wait. Because I am the ONE. I want to grow happy with you!
You make my life perfect! To my best friend: You are nothing short of wonderful, remarkable, and intelligent.
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In fact, you are all of these things and more. Your cocoa-colored skin, smooth-as-butter style, and luscious lips make you beautiful. You are witty and funny but nonetheless you remain a reliable and trustworthy friend. Just know, at all times, that I am irrevocably and irreversibly in love with you. Whether you are happy or sad or mad, just know that I am here for you.
My heart will always have a place for you—always. Please stay with me: Because I love you. Every time I see you my heart could leap from my chest. All day long the only thing on my mind is your name and how much I desperately wish I could be with you right now. I want to wake up next you and fall asleep with you at my side.
All I want to do is hold your hand and watch off beat movies with you late at night. I know that we will fall in love, we were made for each other.
I want us to fall in love and I know that we will. I was mourning, and you came into my life unexpectedly. I want to play with you. I need to know if you feel the same way. So we can either go our separate ways and stop the games or take the risk and see what happens.
The greatest love stories are always about the possibility of love… XLI. You walked outside and I followed.
I knew from that point on that you were the girl I would spend my life loving. Two years of falling more and more in love with you each passing minute. I miss the way you start talking really fast when you get excited telling a story. I miss the way you question me about everything. I love you and every single thing about you.
I want to have crazy adventures with you all over the world. I want to go grocery shopping with you. I want to sit at the mall and share a milkshake as we watch all the different people walk by. I want to watch late night TV with you and hold your hand. I want you to take me to your favorite museums.
I want to marry you and have babies with you and experience everything this life has to offer with you and grow old and gray and wise with you. We spoke on the phone last night.
And Then I Met You: A Love Letter — Aundi Kolber: Therapist + Writer
First time in two months. You are my only dream and you are my only love. When I first met you, you were a boy with a goofy t-shirt. The goofy t-shirt happened to have a character from one of my favorite Disney movies. As time grew, I began to love your uncommon locks and the unsteadiness with which you spoke. When you asked me out for tea I remember the most excited panic raising within me.
That day I anxiously awaited your arrival while I made conversation with a friend. You and I discussed the obscurities of life and exchanged the nervous laughter of anticipation. Although my eyes struggled to stay open, I remember thinking how great the movie was and how great you were. I celebrated your birth without knowing much about your existence. As time passed, we discussed our feelings by the stone frogs. We kissed while that song played and I smiled.
You were so taken aback my lack of control for happiness that you wrote it in your journal.
We were something to write about. Something that should be recorded for history. As time passed, you dedicated stories and eventually wrote stories about us. I took something from you that could never be gained back, but I hold it close to me like an organ, vital for survival. I took you for granted. And you took what we had for granted. Once what we had became unbearable, we related to animated characters. Winnie the Pooh drew me to you once like Flounder had.
The genuine acknowledgment and love you had for my existence kept me entangled in the complicated mess that was your mind. I contemplate every cell within your body. I explore you to your deepest depths without your knowledge.
I love you to the deepest depths and beyond, knowing that the depths I have reached may not even be the deepest. I love you because we were the greatest story you ever wrote, and the greatest story I ever read. I will always remember your eyes, the ones that remind me of Indian summer, pools of reluctant, honeyed light. There is a tangible easiness between us, a security in amputating what had been that snowy night when I walked away from you and you did not stop me.
In a strange, wonderful, impossible way, I know we love one another. Thank you for being in mine. I met you randomly at a party of a friend of a friend.
Our quasi-friendship was a complete accident, a series of happy coincidences, if you could call them that. But I liked it. We were so different. It never could have worked. I thought the fact that you were so different would open me up. In some weird cosmic roundabout way, you were exactly what I was looking for. I hope you do.
Your answers for me are always so noncommittal. I love you because of who you are… because you are the exact person I have been looking for. Because I love each moment I get to spend with you. Because to me you are so beautiful in every way possible! Because just the thought of you makes me happy.
So much that could be. If there is hope for me then let me know… give me some sign… tell me one more time to be patient, and I will do my best. Every time I touch your hand the crisp vibrations of your soul crush into my soul. I look into your blue eyes, you know, the ones that are always red-eyed when I take a picture of you, and everything every thought in my head disappears and focuses on beautiful, wonderful you.
I love how you never match your socks. I love that you drink orange juice straight from the carton. I love that you are simply amazed by everything, and I know that the universe is looking after you, and I know that the universe will make everything okay for you. But as we talked, things fell into place. Little by little, the small bits that make you peaked my interest. And then you asked me to dance.
No matter the song, no matter the tempo, we danced the same way, for as long as the band was playing. And that look said it all. You at yours and me at mine, approximately miles apart. We talk every now and then, the occasional mental purge. But no one compares to you. No one makes me feel that happy, that beautiful, that carefree.
No one challenges my ways of thinking like you do. You are so unique. You know how be funny without crossing the line. You care about the world and think outside of your personal sphere. You enter my dreams and I find myself hoping for a future. How could I have never noticed you before then? It makes me wonder. I would watch you to try and figure it out. How can someone be so nice, yet still have such a strong opinion? How can you be so perfect yet think so little of yourself?
I think I love you. I got over you because you loved someone else. But I suppose I was never really over you.
All it took for me to fall back in love was for you to say that you thought it could have worked between us if things had been slightly different. Then I was mad at you for giving me reason to have hope again. I still love you. There was this one time when I was a teenager and I was on a ferry with a family friend. Her daughter had long brown hair and wore a parrot shirt. You are that person. I would be able to talk to you at least.
I said that I was going to marry someone who would give organic juice boxes to my kids, and there you were. I was asleep without realizing it.
I love you because of your shameless idealism! You rush forward with every good intention known to man, without even realizing it. You remind me of the sunshine pouring into my backyard when I was little, where I used to live, where the ivy covered everything. I barely know you, but I know I love you.
I know because you are the guy who will give me laugh lines! And that… that is what I want from life. You are the one for me, the only one, my only heart.
Today, when I woke up and went to work, I was a little thrilled because I knew that I would see you. So when I picked up the phone and it was you, my heart flew right into my throat.
I want more mornings where the first thing I hear is you. Not as fully as I know I should, so that I can hold onto your words. I want you to sing me to sleep. Today, we sat near each other, and when everyone else left the room all I wanted to do was reach over to you and wrap my fingers around yours.
I wanted to scoot my chair next to yours, and rest my head on your shoulder. I missed you by a minute, and I saw you walking away without me. My eyes and feet wanted to follow you, but I had to walk in a perpendicular direction. Today, you were standing very close to me and all the other things that I wanted today fell out of my head and were replaced by a single lucid certainty.
I have not wanted anything recently as much as I wanted to turn around and hug you. Hello, This is a text that I sent to my ex-boyfriend who came back into my life recently. It was the night of my 32nd birthday and I had just cried most of the day because I was confused about what was going on with us.
After writing this and sending it, I quickly came to peace within myself. Just by putting this out there I instantly felt better. I am grateful that I wrote down exactly what I was feeling that night.
I want to remember it always, even if it was a sad feeling, it was strong and I was in touch with it. I am enjoying a beautiful early warm summer night sitting on the sand just a foot from the water alone, in a great moment, beautiful and peaceful and I wish you were sitting next to me.
I know you would love this. That is all I ask. Call me a hopeless romantic… Blah blah blah. I just need to know that maybe in some amazing world we could be an option before we miss out on perfect night like this sitting on a beach at night living the dream.
Dear Chinstrap, This is a reason to love you. I do not love you yet, but someday I might and I will look back on this moment and know exactly why. My curvy body full of protruding bones, the potential for androgyny of my face, the weakness I see in blue eyes. How I never felt comfortable walking and that is why I dance and glide instead of solid sure footsteps, how I do not know what to do with my arms or how high to hold my head. Because of my confidence and my self-respect, which originally stemmed from insecurity, I do not often show people that I have not always thought the best of myself, but I showed you and in a matter of seconds you took away the hurt I had carried inside myself for years.
Mon petit weinerschnitzel, Sablock. I have accidentally deleted my last love letter to you when we were still together in my blog. However, I will still write a love letter for you, even if we have separated for a while. I love you, I still do. Perhaps there will always be that silent, quiet space in my heart just for you and for everything that we have shared.
When I remember you, I still smile and wish that somewhere out there, you are doing all right. I may seem to appear that I ignore you, but I notice your presence. No, I do not hate you nor do I want you to suffer in life. The memory of pain, anger and madness seems to be just flickers of events and they no longer hurt. However, I still cherish the memories of love that you have given me. We started with a hug and ended with a hug, your smile when we sleep next to each other, the first time you held my hand and waking up in the morning next to you.
Perhaps in another lifetime, our souls will meet, just in different vessels and forms. May our souls bring each other joy and love, when they meet again. Perhaps when we have already fixed ourselves, we can nourish our friendship again. For now, my fervent wish for you to fly, to fly so high and to seek the balance of pride and humility, of talking and listening, to befriend your own darkness and shadows that it could bring light to you.
And when it seems your battle has become dreary and tiresome, remember that there will be people who are on your side, including me. I will always love you, even if it continues to change to other forms. The maelstroms of unavoidable, iridescent truths are what we hold on to.
The bittersweet dreams of yesteryear are what we never want to think of. The illusions you keep, the sadistic misery of marigolds, the taste of September. Thoughts of these make me fade faster than Polaroids, leaving nothing but a shimmer, a secret, an unseen sign behind.
I was all fucked up and confused and sweet, wandering with a broken heart and two left feet. The girl who could barely live, let alone fall for you. The girl with scars on her arms and lies and tears made of ice and a head full of kaleidoscope dreams. The girl with a voice, the girl without a choice.
You write about inhibitions and love, words dripping off the page; disillusioned and hopeful, caught in the ephemeral, neon dream world. You are the unknown, the sudden apparition of change, and the lights on the stage and the euphoria.
I scatter those visions as if they were cursed glitterati. You make up excuses for me, and you never ask. You wanted to be a star. There you go, you supernova. You never said it. I loved you before, when you traipsed around, shining like that, gesticulating wildly, and making up wild things.
When you were real and crazy. I loved you like the first, bittersweet summer love, which can only be shared; I loved you sadly and wildly. I loved you because we used to fit somehow, like pieces of a broken world, because I understood and you were unforgettable. I loved you and starflowers, your music and your words. Orpheus and Eurydice, undine and the knight, star-crossed lovers.
Please, this glance is packed with explosives, this sigh with screams, this word with tears.LUV LETTER VIDEO SONG - The Legend of Michael Mishra - MEET BROS,KANIKA KAPOOR - T-Series
Gasp if you must, but breathe it in somehow. Inhale that you are loved beyond reason. These syllables are not just something to fill the silence. Hello, to my one sweet love. I have hurt you, bad. I made a mistake, a wrong choice, a wrong turn. I told you the truth, as I have been ever so transparently truthful to you ever since I met you. I know it had to hurt. I know what was coming. I told you the truth hoping that you would appreciate me, doing that, and starting over anew.
You fear me hurting you, I fear myself hurting me hurting you. I fear myself losing you. I told the truth. Stop shoving me away. Yes, a mistake is a mistake. Where is it now? Love me more than anything else?
Anything else in the world? These words I cannot forget. I told the truth and still fight. Can you prove these words true? I was honest to you. A wanted to start over. You start pushing me away. But the stab I made hurt me more than it hurt you. I am here pride all lost, and you are, as you are a stone. One mistake to end all? This lie was rooted early on in my life when I began to realize that I felt things on a very deep level.
This, paired with the fact that my family was long on love, but also on dysfunction, allowed that belief to grow. For me, this felt like a constant reminder that I was too intense, passionate, needy, and sensitive. I was always watching the other person and their reaction to me to see whether or not I could be myself. This lie also fueled my perfectionism. So with all this to deal with, our meeting was inconvenient.
Recently out of a break up, literally the last thing that I really wanted was to meet someone. But then I met you. Right away, I felt your confidence, strength, and stubbornly optimistic view on life.