winkgirl4's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Look away if you can't stand mushy. Love Letter: I�m by no means a poet. And, most of the time, my tongue gets tied when I try to express myself. So this is going to be a true test of my ability to tell you how I feel. I spent a lot of time thinking about what I should say and as I sit here, I just keep thinking about all the things that I really love about you. For instance: I love the way you pace when you are focused on something. I love that I can trust you with my truths and, more so, that you seem to trust me with yours. I love your nervous little laugh. I love your anal retentive need to organize the smallest of things. I love that you think about the small things like rose petals on the bed and chicken soup on sick days. I love that, when you make love to me, you look me in the eyes and that you whisper things to me in French. I love that you push me to be more- even when I want to just give up. I appreciate that you don�t let me settle for less than what I am worth. I love that I don�t have to settle with you. I love that, even after all these years, when I see you or talk to you that you still take my breath away. I love that I can get really, really mad at you. And that I can tell you about it. And that you�ll listen. I love that you don�t hide your anger or frustration from me. I love that you know how to order wine for just about any type of food. I love that you indulge my silly need to just sit and stare at the ocean even when it cuts into doing things on your schedule. I love that you and I always get lost because I know that no matter how long it takes for us to find our destination that we do it together. I love that you think of the small things (like can openers) and that you help me through the bad times (like when I�m afraid). I know that it seems like we are always trying to convince other people how right we are for each other. I know that we may spend the rest of our lives having to do it. But, I�m up to the challenge if you are. Christian, I know how corny this is. I do. I know how silly I sound and how much like a giddy sixteen-year-old I must be acting. But I love you. I love you so much it frightens me. It frightens me to think that I could hope for a lifetime with you. But I do. More than I�d like to admit, sometimes, I dream of growing old with you. 4:52 p.m. - 2003-02-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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