I wrote these letter a long long time ago. When I got divorced I deleted every post of my ex. I decided to put old email up again.
My Dearest Darling;
I saw a sunset today, a beautiful sunset. It reminded me of you and of us. Do you recall how we would measure our days by the sunsets we saw? We would always take the time to stop
and watch them, no matter where we were.
Remember the orange and red sunset over the plains of the Serengeti—we held hands like school kids and drew each other close, hearing the lions roar just beyond our fires. But the ones I recall most fondly were the morning sunrises on Miami Beach. It was always enough to take my breath away, as long as I was there with you, my love. Breathtaking! The simple silent beauty, there is nothing on earth like it and to spend it with you was like gold.
My favorite sunset of all time was on our cruise and we were dining on board, sailing the blue green waters of the Caribbean. From our window table we could faintly see the soft yellow rays of the setting sun. Together we grabbed our champagne glasses and left our dinner to be alone. We watched the most gorgeous sunset of all. I cherish times such as those, my love. Every time I see a sunset, I think of you and remember your beauty and what you mean to me. Each sunrise and sunset brings us closer together. Which sunsets do you recall as your favorite? Which sunrises do you cherish? I count the sunsets until we are together again.
I love you and miss you.
Forever,
PART 2
My Dearest Darling,
I miss you. Some feelings are expressed so simply. If it was in my power I would be there, be there by your side. Time that I know cannot be replaced. Like the sands of an hour glass, one grain at a time, it drops away, silently but evermore, never to be found again. I will write you. Be comforted by the fact you will always be in my thoughts… Remember, just a short few weeks ago we celebrated New Year‟s Eve. You looked breathtaking in your shimmering evening gown and I know you loved me in my tux, as we danced around the dance floor. I love dancing with you. As we spiraled the Waltz together, moved to the beat of the Samba and Cha Cha and set the dance floor afire with the closeness of our Tango.
Then the band had to play your favorite song, and you looked at me, grabbed my hand and the champagne, while we rushed to welcome in the New Year.
We always believed that how you spend New Year‟s Eve is how you spend the rest of the year. I love you my dearest, always remember that.
Forever,
PART 3
My Dearest Darling,
I awoke this morning to the scent of freshly cut grass hanging in the air and it reminded me of our picnics high on the hill overlooking the river. Remember? On our way there, you always insisted on stopping by the small nearby cemetery and paying respects to the unknown dearly departed. You stopped to pull weeds from around the neglected headstones. You always said it was the least we could do, since no one else seemed to care.
I always loved that about you, the way you cared so much for strangers, little children and those who needed a champion. You were so kind to everyone. I miss that in this world of “me first” or “me only” attitudes. I was always so touched by your sincere caring for those you never knew. Afterwards we spread our blanket under the shadow of the tall oak tree, which overlooked the river and we watched the barges travel by with their long loads, mesmerizing our senses with their rhythmic approach to life.
I recall your hand picked blades of grass from my shirt and gently moved the hair from my forehead. I remember your kiss as we lay on the blanket, the world now filled with only two people, you and me. I miss those wondrous days. Miss you. I must go now.
Forever,
PART 4
My Dearest Darling,
I have tried to recite the poems you loved so much Remember, „I will take my life into my hands, and I will use it?‟ Remember those words? Sing those words. Sing loud and sing clear, they are almost as understanding as your poetry.
Remember the large butter-like pads of baked garlic, floating in olive oil. We would spread it like butter on fresh Italian bread. So sweet, but I still don't know what their recipe was to make it so fine and wonderful. Remember the pillow-like softness of the gnocchi? The sweet homemade rosemary and basil pesto? The delicious Chianti you love? And the Sangiovese for me. The best! And then we would go dancing at the JW Beach Hotel nearby on the beach. Remember reading in bed to each other, until we fell fast asleep? Lying so close to you, I could smell the sweetness of your perfume. I loved touching your hair. I can still feel the softness in my hands.
I remember all of this but most of all, I recall the simple touch, the smile from across the room that you would send to my heart. I was always the touchy feely kind of guy and it pierces my heart to be denied the treasure of your touch. I do miss you so. One takes so many things for granted until they are denied and the desire is heightened. I remember—
Oh, thou hallowed heart rings true,
Thy deep abode in dark so fires my soul
Thru the darkest hours I have yearned of thee,
Must I be gone, to have my heart ring so loud,
Whilst you return to me
Thy arms, eyes, smile and thee
See, I did remember my love. Please hold it close, save it and we shall cuddle before the fireplace and read 'til dawn. I must go now. Soon, my love, soon.
I love you, my dearest.
Forever,
PART 5
My Dearest Darling,
I recall the yellow cotton dress, do you? Do you remember the first time we ventured to the Long beach? I always hated the beach, too sandy, too windy, too dirty and way too much trouble. You my love, reminded me of the beauty that the beach has to offer. You said the sand was once living shells, or coral or bones pounded by the relentless ocean into tiny particles of pleasure for us to enjoy to squish between our toes.
Remember you said we should treat it with respect as if it were a temple in honor of all those who had gone before. We should remember all of those living organisms that have given their lives to provide the soft, warm sands meant only to give pleasure to the soles of our feet. Your eyes see things so differently than most, and when I think of the beach I think of us, so close and your appreciation of the world so profound, so human and so understanding. I love that about you, among so many other countless things which I adore about you, my love. I am never out of sight of your love or your emotions, for I am always reminded of how you view the world.
PART 6
My Dearest Darling
I heard a laugh the other day and it brought back memories of us. Remember the time we decided to bake a cake and spent all that time waiting for it to rise, only to discover we had
forgotten some key ingredients? Your mother was kind in her suggestion for us to take up skydiving instead. We laughed for years anytime we would order cake for dessert. Your laugh would start from the corner of your lips and spread upward until it reached you eyes, causing them to twinkle. You had different laughs for different times.
Your laugh with me came from the depths of your soul, seasoned with sweetness and tempered with respect and trust. I miss that laugh so much my love. I still remember your laugh from that evening. Laugh today. Laugh tomorrow. Laugh until you cry. Laugh as if we are together for I miss you so. Always remember…
Must go my darling.
Forever,
PART 7
My Dearest Darling,
I saw a bird, a large white bird soaring overhead today and it reminded me of the seagulls we used to feed on the beach. Whenever I touch my braceket you gave me, not only does it remind me of you but reaffirms this magical connection between us.We were determined that no one would separate us, ever, and we held our hands clasped so tightly together no one could pull us apart. You always said how a couple spends their time is how they spend the rest of their lives. We spent ours together! I always tell everyone it was the happiest day of my life.
Do you recall, we recited verses to each other quoting from your old friend, Elizabeth Barrett Browning? (I left out the first line which you hated so, thinking it overused.)
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
I can't believe I remembered the whole sonnet!
Oh god, do I love your smile
Forever,
PART 8
My Dearest Darling,
I miss you. I understand now the true meaning of the word yearn. My heart has ached for you as it has at no other time before. My hands and mind and all of my senses reach for you, reach for you to be there. I look to see you, touch you, and feel you but only with my mind. It is a feeling like no other. I yearn for you, I ache for you, I hunger and thirst for you with every molecule of my being. I can manage no other time. It is only with my memories that I will be able to quench my thirst for you. Dante‟s inferno is a mere candle to my flame, my desire for you. If only just to see you. I can wait no longer or else I surely shall die. I can no longer endure this pain. Remember my love, I am always here, always here for you.
My dearest, I never tire of saying those words, my dearest, I love touching you and holding you. I have touched this card this card you gave me for my birthday , closer than anything before and .... you touch this same cardl the connected energy, generated by feelings of love and desire. I miss you and love you more than
PART 9
Dearest
I sometimes feel I can express myself with words than with spoken words. I recall the life we were starting together, life filled with love, joy, tenderness and giving. Remember our lovemaking to the sound of rain.
I can still feel your touch even though you are not with me right now; the mere scent of a flower reminds me of the sweet smell of your perfume. I miss your touch. I miss your laugh, the crinkle of your nose when something strikes your funny bone. I yearn to hold you and never let you go
We were two new souls, both born of desperation and of love, clinging to one another .I miss you and need
you.
Forever,