Monday, December 23, 2013

PERSONAL/LOVE LETTER: DEAR SWEETNESS

My Sweetness,

Remember that day I responded to your profile? There were so many of them and then with somewhere between searching for someone who didn't smoke and want kids I found you. A year has passed since then

My whole world has changed for the better now that you love me. When I think of you, I can't help smiling from ear to ear. (What must people be thinking when they look at me?) Because of your example, I find that I am much kinder to people. I'm happy. I'm so full of love that it is reflected in everything I do. I treat my co-workers with more thoughtfulness. I've even become a considerate driver!

I love the time we spend together. Each weekend I look forward to seeing you. I never feel more at peace than when we simply hold hands, watch the sunset, and whisper how we feel. I love listening to your voice.

I want you to know you can always depend upon my love. It is alive and true, and grows stronger each day. I promise I will always love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

We are perfect for each other: our zest for life, our stubborn determination, and our looking at the world with a cockeyed sense of humor. Aren't we glad that we both enjoy onion rings with mustard, the front-row in roller-coasters, and "short" Monopoly? Then, of course, there are my peanut butter and banana sandwiches--I think you're actually starting to develop a taste for them now! Most importantly, we share love. We're good for each other in so many ways, and we always find ways to lift and encourage each other.

Cole Porter couldn't have said it any better...

You're the Nile! You're the Tow'r of Pisa,

You're the smile of the Mona Lisa!

I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop!

But if baby I'm the bottom,

You're the top!

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