Sometimes I wonder if I am crazy for feeling so broken and damaged with you gone, even after so long. I no longer search for one to fill my heart, for you have filled my heart more than I ever thought possible. I want to start a revolution with you. I was mourning, and you came into my life unexpectedly. Like the way your eyes literally shine, how your nose adorably moves when you say certain words, or how kind and loving you are to those you care for. This will make your significant other feel very special and appreciated.
The more I have known you the more have I lov'd. So much I knew, yet so much I wanted to learn. Thanks for feeding my love addiction and letting me feed yours. I know that you always wanted me to be happy. You make me feel beautiful and comfortable in my own skin. Although she has accepted my purpose while I first purposed her that I love her, she accepts it very happily.
But if you please to do the office of a true loyal mistress and friend, and to give up yourself body and heart to me, who will be, and have been, your most loyal servant, if your rigour does not forbid me I promise you that not only the name shall be given you, but also that I will take you for my only mistress, casting off all others besides you out of my thoughts and affections, and serve you only. I wish you knew how much they mean to me, how much you mean to me. As in not completely in love with you but I do love you. To this day, from the former president's time overseas, as Barbara reportedly lost the majority of her letters in a move after the pair were married. I want to bring you closer and push you away, and both hurt unimaginably.
You and only you can make me happy. You rush forward with every good intention known to man, without even realizing it. Thoughts of these make me fade faster than Polaroids, leaving nothing but a shimmer, a secret, an unseen sign behind. I just wanted you to know that I love you. Never again to hear your voice.
My soul is forever dedicated to you, and it will be here for as long as you are finding your path. I love the way your voice sounds, even if you hate it. What then do you do all day, Madame? In such a short time, you became my everything. You share your hopes and dreams and help me shared mine; you touch my life and there will never be another you. 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. It is a feeling of being scared and excited, with a bit of pleasure mixed in.
Never again to feel your touch or to laugh at something you have done or told me. I see and admire - you are all! You mean so much to me and I care about you a lot! I cannot wait until the day when we live together. You enter my dreams and I find myself hoping for a future. Compositions such as the Moonlight Sonata as well as Beethoven's many symphonies express eloquently the tragedy of a relationship never publicly realized. As you ask me, Do I trust you, and as I look for the answer, I ask myself, Has he given me any reasons why not to? And most of all, thank you for the pleasure of being your wife.
I never knew that little things could mean so much. Like the poems, books, movies and songs all say… I am no longer fully myself without you. Communicating with love letters can also rekindle a spark that you once thought was gone. Then I was mad at you for giving me reason to have hope again. What would I ever do without you? I promise I will not exchange you for anything. Yours, Dear Love, I love my life because I have you.
Then came marriage, school, a child, life--we've shared all the ups and downs, and my love for you has blossomed from bud to flower. I loved you like the first, bittersweet summer love, which can only be shared; I loved you sadly and wildly. And to a man who seems to reside in a cocoon, waiting to emerge and become he knows not what. Yet I wish I was as carefree and brave as you. At times, I just wish it was just the two of us, without the headaches of the world, just the two of us on an island where there no distractions, where we can live in peace and love.
Then after she stopped communicating with me. Limited time is better than not trying at all. I miss the way you question me about everything. Because I love each moment I get to spend with 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. But the stab I made hurt me more than it hurt you.
You are so caring, loving, and thoughtful. I am going to love you until the day this cancer takes me over and my mind is no longer mine. You are witty and funny but nonetheless you remain a reliable and trustworthy friend. Dying for the ugliest, sweetest human being to see me and feel me. As we walked along the trail there, you looked at me with so much caring, and you were so kind and attentive.