Did you ever get a love letter? If so, whats the story, did it make your heart melt? Did you ever write a love letter? If so, how did it go?
My 12 year old son, got a love letter yesterday Now my son and I can talk about ANYTHING, and as a parent I will always TRY to react more as a friend in these situation (so as to prolong these talks. I realise they will probably stop eventually). The letter started 'Dear Jason', which is pretty funny, as his names not Jason :wah: Anyhow, she went on to confess her love for him (even though she doesn't know his name), and begged him to 'go out' with her. I asked whats she like? He made a horrible face and in a very adult manner said 'Well, shes just not my type'. Trying to resist the temptation to ask him what is TYPE was, I asked him what he was going to do about it. He said he was going to return it with 'Hell No!' written on the bottom. I pointed out that it probably took a lot for her to write it and, it was a nice request, so maybe he should think of a nicer reply. (Even though she probably has a photo-copied stack of 'Dear Jason' letters :wah:).
So thats what got me thinking about love letters. Any tales?
ThePheasant;703897 wrote: Did you ever get a love letter? If so, whats the story, did it make your heart melt? Did you ever write a love letter? If so, how did it go?
My 12 year old son, got a love letter yesterday Now my son and I can talk about ANYTHING, and as a parent I will always TRY to react more as a friend in these situation (so as to prolong these talks. I realise they will probably stop eventually). The letter started 'Dear Jason', which is pretty funny, as his names not Jason :wah: Anyhow, she went on to confess her love for him (even though she doesn't know his name), and begged him to 'go out' with her. I asked whats she like? He made a horrible face and in a very adult manner said 'Well, shes just not my type'. Trying to resist the temptation to ask him what is TYPE was, I asked him what he was going to do about it. He said he was going to return it with 'Hell No!' written on the bottom. I pointed out that it probably took a lot for her to write it and, it was a nice request, so maybe he should think of a nicer reply. (Even though she probably has a photo-copied stack of 'Dear Jason' letters :wah:).
So thats what got me thinking about love letters. Any tales?
I used to send cards and letters to my ex and he NEVER reciprocated. I send my hubby nice cards and he loves them.
I have never had one.
my son got a text from some girl saying that she will kill herself if he ignores her again. I was shocked and told him to tell her to **** off right out of it. Yes I know it was not a nice thing to do, but I do not tolerate suicidal threats of any sort I am afraid.
he doesnt tell me ANYTHING ever, and goes all defensive and angry if I should ever mention girls, kissing, birds and bees etc. it makes him die of shame, says "you are my mum, not my friend, just be my mum, mum", So I must comend you Pheasant for the relationship you have with your boy, wish I had one even slightly similar. LOLLLLLLLLLLL
That is really cute about the "hell no!" Well not cute if he did that but it was still funny.
I have over two hundred love letters written by the one big love of my life while we were apart. I keep them in a suitcase. I haven't looked at them in years but when I think about how much we could set the town on fire when we were together and the passion he put into those letters...yeah. I have some love letters all right. And I wrote him about as many. They encompass about two years.
I've kept a lot of the funny little notes, gift tags, a few cards etc that my husband has written but I have never received a love letter as such except...
When I was in my teens I had a serious boyfriend (no love letters from him!) and we went to a church camp which had people from all over the county going to. One boy there took a shine to me and when I was back home he sent me letters to work and my home telling me to ditch my boyfriend and how much he thought of me. He even took to driving 70 miles to wait to see me leave work. It got quite frightening and eventually my boyfriend wrote to him enclosing all his letters telling him to bog off!
Years later another admirer used to send me flowers anonymously to my work and even left some on my car for me to find before I went to work - not scary this time because I fancied him rotten!!!
The only love letters I still have are from when my hubby (at the time boyfriend) were apart for about five months. He moved back to florida with his dad to try to find a good paying job,then send for me. Things didn't work out ,he moved back here,and here we stayed. They are very soppy and mushy! He kept all my letters and I kept his. Now they are together in a big rubbermaid box in the attic. I haven't read them in years. Molly will get a kick out of them some day. I better reread them again first,just to make sure there is nothing too embarrassing.:wah:
That's cute about your son Pheasy. It's great you have a close relationship with him. It will get harder as he gets older,he won't want to tell you everything. just let him know you are always open.
RedGlitter;703901 wrote: That is really cute about the "hell no!" Well not cute if he did that but it was still funny.
I have over two hundred love letters written by the one big love of my life while we were apart. I keep them in a suitcase. I haven't looked at them in years but when I think about how much we could set the town on fire when we were together and the passion he put into those letters...yeah. I have some love letters all right. And I wrote him about as many. They encompass about two years.
I have to say I did have a job not to :yh_rotfl when he said that. Especially as it was said with such passion. Also, thats not something us Brits say (well didn't used to anyway - UK friends let me know if thats changed), so for him to say it, and in his best American accent, just cracked me up. Glad he didn't do it - poor girl. :wah:
I never wrote a love letter and only ever received one :-1, that was back when I was still in school. It was such a long time ago I don’t even remember what it said. I do remember it started, ‘Dear Treasure’, a lovely way of miss spelling my name.
So I like to remember it like this:
Dear Treasure,
I call you treasure because your beauty astounds me and reminds me of diamonds and gold. Your well proportioned body stuns me when ever I see you. You are an angel send from heaven. Please give me the honour of calling you my girlfriend.
Love Prince Charming :-4
But, knowing the boys I went to school with, it was probably more like:
Dear Treasure (or whatever the heck your name is),
I don’t know why I’m writing to you, but my dad always said something about ‘not looking at the mantle piece while stoking the fire’, so I thought I might as well. By the way, do you stuff your bra, cos your boobs look pretty big. Also, do you go to 2nd base on the first date, I like girls that do. Anyway, meet me behind the bike shed after school - wear loose clothing. And brush ya hair - you’re a mess!
Dear Treasure (or whatever the heck your name is),
I don’t know why I’m writing to you, but my dad always said something about ‘not looking at the mantle piece while stoking the fire’, so I thought I might as well. By the way, do you stuff your bra, cos your boobs look pretty big. Also, do you go to 2nd base on the first date, I like girls that do. Anyway, meet me behind the bike shed after school - wear loose clothing. And brush ya hair - you’re a mess!
There was something about me when I was twelve. I received two love letters from two different boys, and my first kiss from a boy on the playground. All were nice boys.
I didn't even know what "sex" was when I was that age. I loved the attention though. Innocent....and sweet.
I've received quite a few in my years. I have a box; well more of a small trunk, I keep them in. Some go back 16 or 17 years; some are a few years old. The internet and email kind of made the love letter an almost extinct creature.
I did have these simple lines written to me a few short weeks ago, "I want to dive into your eyes and go skinny dipping until I am too tired to even breathe."
Those were good words; made me feel like a man. I suppose the best love letter I have ever received is below, followed by the worst. Careful when you glimpse into a man's heart sometimes it gets a little bloody. After I received the following letter I packed my meager belongings and left St. Louis to move back home, by the time I got there I received the last letter.
Dear KB,
I am writing to you now for two reasons. One is that I can't sleep because my mind is so busy thinking about you and us and our future. The second reason is basically the same as the first. I want to tell you some things so I am going to write them down because you are not here to share them with me. I know that you can never write down all the things that you feel. You can only try to get as much out as possible, and then keep the rest in your heart with hopes of one day being able to express them in actions and feelings and emotions. My heart; that's where those feelings are, and now I'm going to try to share them with you.
"Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight you're on my mind, so you never know."
~Jeff Buckley
I am so happy. I'm confident in the fact that I am loved and that I love you whole-heartedly in return. I wake up each day trying to figure out what I can do to be a better woman in preparation for our future life together. I am very excited about you moving home, and I can hardly wait, but am glad that I have some time to myself to start improving these things. I once said that I would know when the right person came along, because they would love me for all the crazy things that people usually laugh at me for, and for all the things that I want to be, but are not yet. You are definitely that person. You have been since day one. I enjoy the time I spend alone these days. A little over a month ago, I spent my nights wondering if my happy time would ever come, and what act of God it would take to get it here. Surprisingly enough, it only took an act of love.
"Sometimes you have to play a long time to be able to play like yourself."
~Miles Davis
I want to learn to be a good wife. I want to read and write and find new ways of expressing myself. I've bought several new books to read that you have mentioned, so that I can not only learn things about you, but also, so that we can discuss those things when you are finally home, with me. I love saying that. For almost 2 years I've had my own house, but for the past few weeks, I've been preparing and dreaming of my new HOME. I love you even more for that. You are now, and will be my family. I'm not scared that we won't make it work. I know you and because of you, I have accepted me. I've always loved the person that I am, but am now looking more forward to the person that I will become. I'm not a little girl, or some young woman with the weight of the world on her shoulders. I am half of what will soon be a whole. Part of the puzzle that so many try to figure out how to become. I write to you for this reason. I write to you because I'm so excited to finally let this part of me out. I write to you because you also need it, and accept it with open arms.
"Facts can be turned into art if one is artful enough."
~Paul Simon
I am calm. I have never been a calm person. I have been happy, don't get me wrong, but something was always missing. Sometimes I looked over that, and sometimes there were other things to keep my mind off of it, but now I feel complete. I told you once that when you look into a mirror, you see a different view of yourself than do others. I believe, for the first time in my life, that someone else can see that same person I see. I went to get something to eat for lunch and the people in the drive thru made me feel so good about myself. They told me I was beautiful. People have said it before, but t as I drove away, I looked in the mirror. I said I am beautiful. I am happy. I am in love with the man I never thought existed. I'm in love with the person that sees all those things, and loves me anyway. I see happiness in your eyes. I see familiarity. I see love and hope and passion. I see myself and my children. I see my safe place. I see my home.
"When I look at you, And the world's all right with me, Just one look at you, And I know it's gonna be, A lovely day."
~Bill Withers
I want to give you the world, and every day, I PROMISE to try to do just that. I will give you everything you ever needed, and everything you will ever want. I will give you love in a way that will make you smile just thinking about it. I will give you hope and clarity and reason to the things you do in your life. I will do those things for you, because you do them for me. I will be your safe place and the place where you feel most important and loved. We are good for each other, and make each other better people, and that alone is half the battle. The other half is continuing to do so for each day to come, and I will do my damnedest to keep it that way. We have so much to do and so much to give not only to each other, but to our families, our children, and our 5 people. I hope you've been reading.
"I have to evolve, otherwise I don't want to do it. I'm not interested."
~Van Morrison
I bought us a stone for that garden. It says something along the lines, "Where a garden grows, so does the gardener." Oh how true that is!!! You are a wonderful, crazy, labyrinth of a man, and I can't wait to run free in that mind of yours. I can't wait to wake up to you every morning, and to get mad at you for aggravating me most of the time. I can't wait for you to read to me at night. I can't wait for more of those afternoon naps. I cant' wait for those midnight trips to Wal-Mart, those cussing-filled days of do-it-yourself projects, and nights filled with love. I cant' wait to stay up all night trying to figure out how to put a bicycle together, and entire days spent in our pajamas. I can't wait for those all night drives, those random road trips to an unknown destination, and those lunches with your parents. I want to get started on all that as soon as possible. I want to learn how to cook new and fun things. I want to dry those dishes after you wash them. I want to wear my funny little glasses and do the crossword at a bar some afternoon when most people are working. I want to enjoy growing up and growing old with you. I long for it all.
"Remember: Always walk in the light. And if you feel like you're not walking in it, go find it. Love the light."
~Roberta Flack
I have so much to say, so much to give and so many past heartbreaks to thank for making my heart bigger and stronger for the one who is going to get it all. I am glad you decided to do myspace. I'm glad I talked you into instant messenger. I'm glad I called you my crush, and I'm glad it made you blush. I'm glad I made you sit up and hug me in the middle of the night, and that you kissed me because of it. I'm glad you told me you loved me first, and that you couldn't wait to see me in person for me to say it back. I'm glad it made you melt. It made me strong. It made me mean it even more. It made me sing At Last repeatedly for at least 3 days. It made me sing My Girl in the shower every morning since then. It makes me think of Willie riding that horse that I demonstrated in your apartment that afternoon.
"Once I was checking to hotel and a couple saw my ring with Blues on it. They said, 'You play blues. That music is so sad.' I gave them tickets to the show, and they came up afterwards and said, 'You didn't play one sad song.' "
~Buddy Guy
I could keep writing for another couple of years, but I will save it. I love you. I'm glad I found you, and I will fight to always keep the feelings that we have right now, and to continue to make them stronger as the moments pass by. I'm getting married soon.
"That's where it begins and ends for me and these songs were the ones that touched me the deepest. It was like I was laying hold of some part of me that I didn't even know was there until I let it out."
~Etta James
With all my love,
Then three weeks later I get this:
I've spent the past few days trying to figure out how and what to say. Honestly, I haven't gotten anywhere, but you deserve something, so here goes...
When we talked on Monday night, I told you I couldn't do this whole thing anymore and that I was done. I meant it. I can't do it. My heart isn't in it anymore. I don't have the feelings that I had early on, and I can't go on trying to find them. It's not fair to either of us. I have tried to figure out where and why it went that way, but I didn't get an answer. It just did. Several things over a period of time, starting when I left St. Louis until now contributed to the whole, but it wasn't one particular one moment or thing.
I'm sorry that I kept you wondering all week, I just wanted to be sure before I said goodbye. I've thought long and hard about all of it, and I am sure that its not what I want or need. The time we had was very special to me. I learned alot about myself, some of which, wasn't that pretty. I meant the things I told you, at the time. It was short and fast, but still very meaingful. It gave me hope. I can only hope, that over time, it will look that way to you as well. There's no way I can be the woman you thought I was. If I were, I would have never let all this happen. She's out there, somewhere, I promise.
I hope you got some good time with your family. I spent quite a bit of time with mine. Let me know what time you're going to be heading back tomorrow, and I'll leave your pajama pants out in the garage for you.
The only thing I ask of you is to let me go. There is no reason to fight me on this, I'm not changing my mind. I tried to talk myself into it all week, and you know that doesn't work. Just take what we had for what it was, and be thankful that we got to feel the way we did, if only for a short time. I wouldn't have changed a thing.
Be safe on your way back, and good luck with everything once you get home. Maybe, eventually, I'll be able to be a friend or whatever, but just not now. I don't have it in me.
You must know, I wondered if I should tell you all this in person. In a way, I guess i did. I don't think there was anyother way to go about it, based on our whole relationship, and our words, this seemed the best way to go. I hope you'll forgive me one day.
Jones Jones;704177 wrote: yeah ... usually we wrote love letters that said "your beauty astounds me etc..."
but wot we meant was "can you meet me behind the bike shed and don't wear a bra" ...
all just a distant memory now but it shouldn't be ... i'd love to be so in love with a lady today that i'd wanna write her a love letter ... sure there must be many ladies who'd love to receive one from a guy too ...
When my ex-husband and I were married, he wrote me a love letter. It was a sweet and unexpected surprise, so I naturally kept it. Later in time..when my ex was snooping through my dresser drawers he found the letter and in utter indignation confronted me about who sent this to me. I had to remind him that HE wrote it to me.
This is a true story...and this is one of the reasons he is my EX-husband.
KB.;704240 wrote: Hell yes they do. Subtle is the key word though. Subtle followed by an unexpected explosion of "oh my God did he realy just say that?"
Oh cool, I've had and sent lots then
I am nobody..nobody is perfect...therefore I must be Perfect!
My son, not remember which, got a love letter that I have still, somewhere. It was sweet and innocent, like you wrote Pheasant. My son had similar reaction if I recall.
I have sent a lot of letters in the past, as a young person, to boys I was in love with but I don't think I ever received one. I'm thinking most of the boys I was in love with couldn't spell very well, writing probably wasn't on their list of things to do?
Jones Jones;705062 wrote: As promised here is a love letter to all the beautiful … wonderful … desirable ladies on Forum Garden who may want to own it … it is my gift to you …
This letter is yours to do with as you please …
Luv ya all!
jj
My darling …my lover …
When I woke up this morning and reached out to gather you into my arms you were gone … but your side of the bed was still warm from where your beautiful, sensual, desirable, exciting body had lain. The sweet scent of you clung to the satin sheets that had embraced you while you slept. The pillow still bore the indentation where you had rested your head and I could visualize your beautiful face as your still fresh perfume assailed my nostrils.
My thoughts went back to last night and I could see you lying beside me after we had made love, your head resting in the crook of my arm. I gazed down in wonderment at your beautiful face … looked into your eyes … seeing the love in them as you smiled up at me … your soft, full lips parted in a smile as your beautiful eyes began closing as you fell asleep. While you lay sleeping I looked at you … wanted you … desired you … worshipped you ...
I got out of bed and smiled when I saw that you'd written LUV YA across the dressing table mirror in your scarlet lipstick. Can it be possible we've only been apart for twelve hours and not twelve days? Can it be possible that I feel such indescribable love for you that makes me want to run down the street proclaiming this to every person I might see? Is it possible that I fall more and more in love with you with each passing hour? How can it be that a woman as beautiful, as desirable, as exquisite as you my darling could be in love with me?
You are my everything … without you I would be lost … my life would be pointless … my very existence meaningless for I live and breath to please you. Being with you is all I think about … all I dream about … all I will ever want. Before you there was nothing … a void … emptiness … desolation … nothing. Now I am alive … I have been reborn and I have you to thank for you have made me whole by loving me …
Tonight cannot come soon enough my darling … when again we can be together and I can drown in the wonderment of pleasing you and loving you as we make life for eternity.
Okay girls Back up!! Back up I said!! I saw it first, so its mine! All mine!! - and I don't share!!! :wah:
Now my son and I can talk about ANYTHING, and as a parent I will always TRY to react more as a friend in these situation (so as to prolong these talks. I realise they will probably stop eventually). The letter started 'Dear Jason', which is pretty funny, as his names not Jason :wah: Anyhow, she went on to confess her love for him (even though she doesn't know his name), and begged him to 'go out' with her. I asked whats she like? He made a horrible face and in a very adult manner said 'Well, shes just not my type'. Trying to resist the temptation to ask him what is TYPE was, I asked him what he was going to do about it. He said he was going to return it with 'Hell No!' written on the bottom. I pointed out that it probably took a lot for her to write it and, it was a nice request, so maybe he should think of a nicer reply. (Even though she probably has a photo-copied stack of 'Dear Jason' letters :wah:).
And I wrote him about as many. They encompass about two years.
He kept all my letters and I kept his. Now they are together in a big rubbermaid box in the attic. I haven't read them in years.
Molly will get a kick out of them some day. I better reread them again first,just to make sure there is nothing too embarrassing.:wah:
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