In a corner of the world, tucked away - a young soul attempts to chronicle a life worth living.
So… I haven’t written any love letters in a while… And, I think I might write one from Harry Styles to Louis Tomlinson… Or… From myself to Louis… IDK … Any thoughts?
You are so special. To me, you mean everything. It is something to say that it’s been a year so far. I still remember that first time you smiled at me. I blushed at that smile looking at me. And I still blush slightly when I think about it. Your smile means more than happiness to me. It means more than a good joke. It means that we have something in common. It means that we have each other. Because your smile is so welcoming that I don’t know what to do when I see it.
It still baffles me that it’s been a year. An entire year that we’ve spent together - where we haven’t grown tired of each other. I could never tire of seeing you. I can tell that you are just as happy to see me as I am to see you. That’s one thing I love about you. You immediately open your arms for a hug when I show up, and you’re never afraid to kiss me. In many ways you make me feel special. You make me realize how great it feels to be with you - because it truly is.
I love you Michael. I have loved you for a year - and I will love you for many more.
It’s impossible for me to figure this out. I just don’t understand - it doesn’t make sense. Not for me anyway. I’m not trying to criticize you, or judge you - I just don’t get it. Why does this happen to you? Why do you do this? It simply baffles me.
I know I don’t make it better. I know that I don’t help you in this. The truth is - I can’t. I don’t know how. I don’t know what I could possibly do. You know, every time I see those marks, I think to myself that I caused it. I think that in some small way I led you to do that. To keep doing that. I smile and say everything is okay. But, the scars on my soul are so much deeper than those you have on the surface. Not that they’re more important. Not that they mean more. But, they are there.
In some small way, I guess I get it. I get that there is something out there that hurts you. For me, it’s seeing you like this. Tears cut just as much razors - the only difference is that tears only scab the soul, not the skin. But over time, just like those red streaks, they heal.
I’m sorry. This isn’t about me - not entirely, anyway. I just want to say that I will be there for you. I will hold your hand when you need it - I will pry that cold metal out of your hands and look into your eyes. I will show you that love exists. Somehow, some way. Because, I love you. Words can’t express how deeply my love actually goes - I can’t fathom a description that sums it up. Think of every cliche statement you’ve ever heard - then double that amount of love. Then double that - and double that. Keep doubling that love until you look into my eyes again. Because you’ll find that - staring back at you. All that love. Every bit of it rests in my eyes at the thought of you.
I will do whatever I can. Even if that means no more tears. I will hold you as close as possible. I will keep you happy. Because I can’t bear to see you like this. Seeing you like this is better than not seeing you at all - and I hate for that to happen. So, remember, I love you. I always will. Never doubt that - but most importantly, never forget it.
I love you,
SHAKESPEAREAN - I decided to write my own Shakespearean sonnet for this… It’s not QUITE in the language, but it is, I feel, decent…
Look past the skies of blue and clouds of white
See the face which holds my heart eternal
For where I travel, whether day or night
Thine face bewitches like the blooms vernal
It what short time I knew that you’d be mine
And love thine alabaster glowing skin
With hair as beautiful as English vine
And lips which make the envy of all men
And now I look on you forevermore
With a heart of love that doth overflow
And strikes me mad with passion to the core
I do not know if my love can more grow
Than it has this moment for your sweet name
For in my heart you will always have fame
1990’s - This may be short, but I will do my best…
How oft I have expected you to arrive at my gate. How I know now that you wished the same. You have given me everything I could have asked. You have offered me more love than a heart could ever truly accept. Yet, I know that you know not what you do to me.
I ache with passion to my bones thinking of spending even a brief moment with you. Time passes, I was flowers bloom, and I drift into a land of my own invention. A world that surpasses this one, only simply because you are with me. You care for me - and I for you.
I can write no more without tears staining my cheeks, and my heart breaking. Hold this letter close to your bosom - next to your heart - so that you will always how much I love you.
I could never forget you. You will always be with me.
I heard your name today. From some inconsequential happenstance. I was standing there, in the line at the store. I was buying chocolate milk. Behind me I heard someone call your name. I turned around to see if it may have been you - only to remember how foolish that was. Even still, I smiled. My heart raced. I lost my breath for a brief moment. In that split second when I thought you were there, I forgot everything I needed to do in order to survive. I figured as long as you were with me, I would be able to live.
Still, though, I couldn’t stop smiling. Even your name - in some vast coincidence makes me blush. I kept thinking about how you asked me to never forget you - about how you wanted to keep me. When I got into my car, the radio was playing a song I had long since forgotten. The word ‘Unforgettable’ sang through the speakers and once I again, I was transported to your embrace. Because that’s what you are - unforgettable.
I can take everything life throws at me - the pain, the hurt, the struggle. I can gladly accept it. But, I will never be able to face having a life without you. People look at the Mona Lisa and wonder how something so simple could be so beautiful. Well, when I look at you, I wonder how something so beautiful can be so simple. How can something as beautiful as loving you - be as simple as hearing your name or a song.
So, know this - I will never forget you. As long as your name rings in my ears, and as long as there is a song in my heart. Forgetting you would be just like forgetting a part of myself. I never want to know what that’s like. I never want to come close.
Stay with me. If not physically, mentally. Let me hold you close in my dreams. Let me wrap a blanket around myself at night and pretend that it’s your arms. Let me kiss the air, and hope that it finds you. Every time you feel the wind, that’s me kissing you. Sending my love. Remember me as often as you feel a breeze.
Never forget me.
I love you.
I would just love continue writing these love letters!! It feels wonderful - and I LOVE being romantic :-p … Anyway, if you have any more suggestions - even if you want it to be comedic or something, I can try it! JUST please SEND my ‘prompts’ for love letters :-D … I LOVE it!! Send here.
Also, if you sent an Anon about time period - I am working on it still, just be patient :-D
Love is a miracle - I’ve found out. It’s miraculous when two people come together in love. When the meet and form a bond, a friendship, a partnership. It is simply fantastic to think about. Well, that’s what you’ve done to me.
You’ve shown the wonder in the universe. I can see every single star in your eyes. The way they glisten when you smile, and sparkle when you cry. It’s unfathomable, to me, that any could have ever over looked such a sweet and beautiful person - but some how they have. That only means that I was able to find you. I was able to see the sunshine in your smile. The swirling mass of goofiness that embodies such an amazing person. A whole galaxy of personality that seems impossible for one person to contain. Yet, you’ve done it.
I can’t begin to imagine a life without you, I don’t want to. But, I can fathom what wonderful means. I can understand, now, what perfect feels like.
You’ve taught me that there are miracles in this world. You’ve shown me what they look like.
I love you.
I know this comes at kind of a bad time. And, I don’t know how to say this. Actually, let me start from the beginning, that’s always best.
Well, to start - I don’t even know how to start. It seems impossible to trace this back that far. It seems so long ago that I even began this. I’m really terrible at doing this - I’m really sorry. Just bare with me, and we’ll get through it. Okay?
Well, I remember back some time ago, I first spotted you amid a crowd of people. I remember you wearing this red plaid button down and some pretty worn jeans. You were smiling. Smiling that beautiful smile I can never forget. Your teeth form this perfect line, with your lips curling over in the most brilliant arch. I’m off track again.
After that first moment, I knew that I wanted everything to do with you. I knew that I wanted in my life somehow. I knew that you needed to be near me - as long as possible. It seems so long ago now, but it couldn’t have been - I remember it just like it was yesterday.
It wasn’t long until I saw you again - this time you were alone. It could have been the perfect meeting for us. In the middle of that book store. You looking trough historical fiction, me rummaging through some classics. A most likely couple, if I do say so. I was staring at you, by the way. I was looking at your seemingly impeccable frame. Even now I can’t stop smiling as I think about your glasses turning to face me. I was so embarrassed that I threw the book I was looking at back on the shelf. I’m pretty sure I knocked this over on my hastily exit from the store.
The point is that I love you. I have loved since that first moment of seeing you in the throng of people. And, the truth is, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry that I can’t do more. That I can’t attempt to imagine what more even is. It feels so difficult that I can’t be there more. That I can’t see you more. That I can’t be present more. I feel absolutely terrible about it.
There is nothing I want now except to do more for you. I don’t think I could love you anymore than I do right now - but I’ll try. I’ll try my best.
I love you.
I’m assuming you mean the comedienne Monique - if not, let me know… Anyway, here you go! This should be fun :-D [[DISCLAIMER: This love letter ended up being more of a ‘monologue’ but I hope you enjoy it.]]
Do you know what we had? We had love. We had us, baby. You had all of this - all of me. And you could have had more. You could have had me forever, baby.
Do you remember that time when we were sitting on your couch. We were watching Soul Train - you remember that? You were holding me in one arm, and a big bucket of chicken in the other. We were snacking on that - and you said, “I could marry this chicken.” You could marry that chicken, baby. But, you couldn’t marry me?
After everything we went through. Everything you told me. You loved me, baby. You told me that. You would tell me that you would never leave me. You would never forget me. And, now what, baby? Do you remember those memories?
Do I remember those memories? What happened to us? What happened to you, baby?
What happened to me? I don’t know anymore what’s real. I don’t know anymore, baby, if you were ever there for me - of if I was ever there for you. I can’t remember anything anymore. The Doctor’s tell me I won’t remember many things.
Tell me, baby, are those things real? Did they really happen? Did we really happen? Did you ever marry that chicken?