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It has just been one of those fairytale type romances, hasn’t it? It has lasted for years now and yet it still seems as fresh and exciting as ever. Words really can’t express just how happy I am, but I thought I’d try and scribble a few down for you anyway, given how despite our closeness, I’ve never written to you before. I really went all out though, didn’t I? The pink paper was a little more expensive then the white, but seeing as how I was going to splash a little of my favorite smellies on for you, Channel NO. 5, I didn’t see the point in trying to save a few pennies on the cheep stuff.
I don’t know really know what it is that keeps it so amazing. It could be the exclusivity of the fact that you’re famous and you’re all mine, but we both know I’m not that shallow and so I don’t think it could ever be that. There’s just something about you and the way you make me feel about myself…easy tiger, I meant emotionally.
I could write, ramble on for eternity about how the dimple in your chin, or the sparkle in your eye, set my heart and loin alight, burning with the heat of a thousand suns each and every time they grace my eyes. I could mention the subtle scent of citrus that wafts on the breeze as you stride with a confidence and posture only befitting one so beautiful.
How my breath truly is still taken away with the sharpness of a sudden blow every time I picture your stunning frame. The way clothes don’t cling or hang from you, but cover you with a soft caress as if a second skin. You truly are perfection incarnate, which is why I can’t fathom your choice in picking me as your one-and-only.
Each and every second we spend together fills me with more excitement then the 27 years of my life previous to our first meeting. Do you remember? What am I saying? Of course you do. You were jogging in the park, wearing those shorts that I really love because of the way they accentuate your tanned, toned thighs, when you just ran straight into me as I stood up off a bench. The arrogant part of me could think that it was no accident and just your subtle way of meeting me, but the romantic part of me wants it to be an accident, to be fate. I must say that I was mildly dumbfounded when you didn’t sweep me straight into your big strong arms and carry me off to your “castle” to live happily ever after, but the way our romance bloomed into floral perfection is the stuff of Best Writer Oscars, nicely ironic given your chosen profession. In years to come we will bore our children to tears with talk of our electricity-fueled first dates. Longing lust-filled glances in the park with me wearing a constant giggly schoolgirl mask.
I remember when we first went jogging together. I was always slightly behind you given your superior fitness and competitive streak, but don’t feel bad, the view was exquisite. The hours I’ve whiled away watching you from behind. I’ve even found myself walking behind you. Not because I can’t keep up, but just because it’s a place I like to be. I may seem like a pervert to on-lookers, but if only they knew the thoughts of loving commitment flowing through my mind. The time I was spending perfecting my declaration of love, and soon, my love, I will pluck up the courage to speak it aloud for the first time and our roller coaster life together will reach its highest peak.
I don’t know really know what it is that keeps it so amazing. It could be the exclusivity of the fact that you’re famous and you’re all mine, but we both know I’m not that shallow and so I don’t think it could ever be that. There’s just something about you and the way you make me feel about myself…easy tiger, I meant emotionally.
I could write, ramble on for eternity about how the dimple in your chin, or the sparkle in your eye, set my heart and loin alight, burning with the heat of a thousand suns each and every time they grace my eyes. I could mention the subtle scent of citrus that wafts on the breeze as you stride with a confidence and posture only befitting one so beautiful.
How my breath truly is still taken away with the sharpness of a sudden blow every time I picture your stunning frame. The way clothes don’t cling or hang from you, but cover you with a soft caress as if a second skin. You truly are perfection incarnate, which is why I can’t fathom your choice in picking me as your one-and-only.
Each and every second we spend together fills me with more excitement then the 27 years of my life previous to our first meeting. Do you remember? What am I saying? Of course you do. You were jogging in the park, wearing those shorts that I really love because of the way they accentuate your tanned, toned thighs, when you just ran straight into me as I stood up off a bench. The arrogant part of me could think that it was no accident and just your subtle way of meeting me, but the romantic part of me wants it to be an accident, to be fate. I must say that I was mildly dumbfounded when you didn’t sweep me straight into your big strong arms and carry me off to your “castle” to live happily ever after, but the way our romance bloomed into floral perfection is the stuff of Best Writer Oscars, nicely ironic given your chosen profession. In years to come we will bore our children to tears with talk of our electricity-fueled first dates. Longing lust-filled glances in the park with me wearing a constant giggly schoolgirl mask.
I remember when we first went jogging together. I was always slightly behind you given your superior fitness and competitive streak, but don’t feel bad, the view was exquisite. The hours I’ve whiled away watching you from behind. I’ve even found myself walking behind you. Not because I can’t keep up, but just because it’s a place I like to be. I may seem like a pervert to on-lookers, but if only they knew the thoughts of loving commitment flowing through my mind. The time I was spending perfecting my declaration of love, and soon, my love, I will pluck up the courage to speak it aloud for the first time and our roller coaster life together will reach its highest peak.
It was good, and this can't have been an easy piece to write. The wording in places was excellent.
You have and will write things much better than this, though, and this one never really grabbed me if I'm honest.
You have and will write things much better than this, though, and this one never really grabbed me if I'm honest.
I'd read other comments before reading it and kept thinking to myself 'what? surely no female would write to a lover like that.
Damnation! I didn't get it until I reread the first couple of paragraphs (just read it too fast the first time). So change of mind - very nicely written in the end and I didn't think it read 'forced' at all.
Damnation! I didn't get it until I reread the first couple of paragraphs (just read it too fast the first time). So change of mind - very nicely written in the end and I didn't think it read 'forced' at all.
Ta people, because this is by far my least fave thing I've written.
Very good. I think that this story has been done before (recently), but this is a great version and I can see you've really thought about the female perspective.
Enjoyed that...
Enjoyed that...
That was nicely written. You're quite good really, aren't you..
Didn't sound at all forced ... rather excellent for the most part.
A few slips away from womanly stuff, but all in all ... much good.
A few slips away from womanly stuff, but all in all ... much good.
I think you got the feel of it just right.
A kind of giddy confidence, shy but determined.
It did seem a little forced at times, I think you shouldn't have made yourself fill it out so much, but then I guess that could convey the shyness and giddiness of it. She beat about the bush for a while which I thought was excellent.
A couple of times when it was a little clear it was a guy writing, specifically 'easy tiger' and a bit about loins.
Well done though.
A kind of giddy confidence, shy but determined.
It did seem a little forced at times, I think you shouldn't have made yourself fill it out so much, but then I guess that could convey the shyness and giddiness of it. She beat about the bush for a while which I thought was excellent.
A couple of times when it was a little clear it was a guy writing, specifically 'easy tiger' and a bit about loins.
Well done though.
This is the most forced peice I've ever written.
Took bloody ages too!
Took bloody ages too!
It has just been one of those fairytale type romances, hasn’t it? It has lasted for years now and yet it still seems as fresh and exciting as ever. Words really can’t express just how happy I am, but I thought I’d try and scribble a few down for you anyway, given how despite our closeness, I’ve never written to you before. I really went all out though, didn’t I? The pink paper was a little more expensive then the white, but seeing as how I was going to splash a little of my favorite smellies on for you, Channel NO. 5, I didn’t see the point in trying to save a few pennies on the cheep stuff.
I don’t know really know what it is that keeps it so amazing. It could be the exclusivity of the fact that you’re famous and you’re all mine, but we both know I’m not that shallow and so I don’t think it could ever be that. There’s just something about you and the way you make me feel about myself…easy tiger, I meant emotionally.
I could write, ramble on for eternity about how the dimple in your chin, or the sparkle in your eye, set my heart and loin alight, burning with the heat of a thousand suns each and every time they grace my eyes. I could mention the subtle scent of citrus that wafts on the breeze as you stride with a confidence and posture only befitting one so beautiful.
How my breath truly is still taken away with the sharpness of a sudden blow every time I picture your stunning frame. The way clothes don’t cling or hang from you, but cover you with a soft caress as if a second skin. You truly are perfection incarnate, which is why I can’t fathom your choice in picking me as your one-and-only.
Each and every second we spend together fills me with more excitement then the 27 years of my life previous to our first meeting. Do you remember? What am I saying? Of course you do. You were jogging in the park, wearing those shorts that I really love because of the way they accentuate your tanned, toned thighs, when you just ran straight into me as I stood up off a bench. The arrogant part of me could think that it was no accident and just your subtle way of meeting me, but the romantic part of me wants it to be an accident, to be fate. I must say that I was mildly dumbfounded when you didn’t sweep me straight into your big strong arms and carry me off to your “castle” to live happily ever after, but the way our romance bloomed into floral perfection is the stuff of Best Writer Oscars, nicely ironic given your chosen profession. In years to come we will bore our children to tears with talk of our electricity-fueled first dates. Longing lust-filled glances in the park with me wearing a constant giggly schoolgirl mask.
I remember when we first went jogging together. I was always slightly behind you given your superior fitness and competitive streak, but don’t feel bad, the view was exquisite. The hours I’ve whiled away watching you from behind. I’ve even found myself walking behind you. Not because I can’t keep up, but just because it’s a place I like to be. I may seem like a pervert to on-lookers, but if only they knew the thoughts of loving commitment flowing through my mind. The time I was spending perfecting my declaration of love, and soon, my love, I will pluck up the courage to speak it aloud for the first time and our roller coaster life together will reach its highest peak.
I don’t know really know what it is that keeps it so amazing. It could be the exclusivity of the fact that you’re famous and you’re all mine, but we both know I’m not that shallow and so I don’t think it could ever be that. There’s just something about you and the way you make me feel about myself…easy tiger, I meant emotionally.
I could write, ramble on for eternity about how the dimple in your chin, or the sparkle in your eye, set my heart and loin alight, burning with the heat of a thousand suns each and every time they grace my eyes. I could mention the subtle scent of citrus that wafts on the breeze as you stride with a confidence and posture only befitting one so beautiful.
How my breath truly is still taken away with the sharpness of a sudden blow every time I picture your stunning frame. The way clothes don’t cling or hang from you, but cover you with a soft caress as if a second skin. You truly are perfection incarnate, which is why I can’t fathom your choice in picking me as your one-and-only.
Each and every second we spend together fills me with more excitement then the 27 years of my life previous to our first meeting. Do you remember? What am I saying? Of course you do. You were jogging in the park, wearing those shorts that I really love because of the way they accentuate your tanned, toned thighs, when you just ran straight into me as I stood up off a bench. The arrogant part of me could think that it was no accident and just your subtle way of meeting me, but the romantic part of me wants it to be an accident, to be fate. I must say that I was mildly dumbfounded when you didn’t sweep me straight into your big strong arms and carry me off to your “castle” to live happily ever after, but the way our romance bloomed into floral perfection is the stuff of Best Writer Oscars, nicely ironic given your chosen profession. In years to come we will bore our children to tears with talk of our electricity-fueled first dates. Longing lust-filled glances in the park with me wearing a constant giggly schoolgirl mask.
I remember when we first went jogging together. I was always slightly behind you given your superior fitness and competitive streak, but don’t feel bad, the view was exquisite. The hours I’ve whiled away watching you from behind. I’ve even found myself walking behind you. Not because I can’t keep up, but just because it’s a place I like to be. I may seem like a pervert to on-lookers, but if only they knew the thoughts of loving commitment flowing through my mind. The time I was spending perfecting my declaration of love, and soon, my love, I will pluck up the courage to speak it aloud for the first time and our roller coaster life together will reach its highest peak.