Some of the winning Love Letters
I didn’t know whether to publish the winning love letters.. but these people have asked me to (actually Bob didn’t ask me, but it was too great to not share!), so here are some of the winning love letters:
From misscupcake1:
- Here is my love letter to marina: M is for marina, the loveliest lady on the net
A is for the apples that she receives from teachers pet
R is for Russia, the vodka loving country that lost her to the USA
I is for my first marina impersonation, that made us friends today
N is for the Neanderthal comments that she undeservingly receives
A is for all marinas fans, that hope she never leaves
From pedanticKarl:
- My Dear Marina, I know so much about you, yet,
you know little of me, if at all.I’m just a name, a number, no face.
But, maybe this is just a dream,
that you and I are having together.I’ve been here all the time,
As far as I know doing right.I’ve always waited for the moment,
that you would come through my doorAlready, I miss you, where are you now?
and I’ve never met you, yet.
Where have you gone, waiting my whole life for you.I believe in dreams, I believe in you.
And if we met, we would not even recognize one another.Now I’m standing here alone, I’m waiting on my own.
Is this what life has got to give?
Is this the dream, the dream I had of you?Great souls endure in silence.
With Love and Respect,
pedanticKarl
From Bob L. Morris:
- My Dearest Sweetheart,
I have tried many times to write this letter and have always found it too difficult to get the words out.
I have been thinking of you so much recently, and I miss you unbearably.
I want to tell you how blessed I feel to have known you and to have shared a part of my life with you; I am immensely richer for it and for the wonderful memories I have of our time together.
I remember snuggling together by the fire on long, cold winter nights.
I remember waking in the night with the soft sound of your snoring, your blonde head on my chest and the moist warmth of your breath on my skin.
I remember you tugging back the curtains to let the sunlight flood into the bedroom on spring mornings, and you leaping onto the bed and wriggling and squirming to arouse me from my slumber.
I remember strolling side by side through the town and along the river bank.
I remember gamboling together in flower strewn fields in the summer.
I remember long walks in the autumnal forest, the air heavy with the scent of pine needles and resin, and the shafts of sunlight drawing stripes in the early morning mist through the trees and picking out the bright colours of the maple leaves.
I remember running on the beach at low tide, racing each other in and out of the surf and then lying in the sun to let it dry our naked bodies.The accident of our births meant that we could never marry and when I brought my new bride home and introduced you to each other, I remember your warm welcome and the love you offered her and continued to do, even though she never returned the affection.
I remember the graceful way you accepted that she had taken your place in my life and never bore her any resentment.
I learned much from you.
I remember your zest for life. You poured your heart and soul into everything you did with great enthusiasm. You treated life as one big party and enjoyed every last minute to the full.
But now the party is over; you have left me and I shall never see you again.
There is a void left in my life that no woman can hope to fill.
I am left with memories and photographs, and the determination to try to live my life as you taught me to, to greet every new moment with a joyful jump, an excited yelp and a vigorous wag of the tail.
Farewell, Emmy, my greatest love.
Rest in Peace.
Thanks again for the great letters.. I especially like how Bob’s letter leaves a few hints that perhaps he is not expressing his love for who you think he is.. and the final sentence that makes it all clear.
My Butterfly
