The following is a new love letter from a wife to a husband submitted by one of our readers. Beautifully written and great inspriation for anyone out there stuggling to get started.
Dear George
I’m writing this letter to you because I love you so very much, and I want you to have it as a remembrance of me after I’m gone. God willing, that won’t be the role of this letter for many years to come, but please hold on to it as a token and memoir of our life together. Someday I hope it will bring you joy and happiness, the way you have given those things to me.
Of course I love you more than the day we met, because my love has grown over the years. But I have such fond memories of our first meeting and how our courtship proceeded, that I want to get it down on paper.
I had been working in downtown Chicago for a couple of years as a legal secretary when I first met you. I was at my usual stop on the city bus line, waiting for my bus to come, when I noticed a handsome, friendly-looking man standing under the canopy nearby. You were wearing a camel-colored cashmere coat and a brightly-colored wool scarf against the cold winds of the city, and I thought you were the best-looking gentleman I had ever seen. I knew you must have been new to the area because I hadn’t seen you there before, but I knew absolutely nothing else about you.
I carefully positioned myself as near to you as I could as the bus pulled up, and I boarded right behind you. As you made your way to an empty seat, I purposely took the seat directly across the aisle. I had such an odd feeling, a presentiment of some kind, a certainty that we had already met, but I knew that was impossible. However, it seemed like a good line to use, and all of a sudden I felt fearless and my usual shy nature seemed to have disappeared into the winter air.
As the crowded bus rolled into the Loop, I turned to you and asked you if we had met before. Your brown eyes twinkled and a little grin came to your face, and you said, “no, but we have now. My name is George.” As you shook my hand, I got that same feeling again, and I had some deep inner knowledge that this was a beginning for us.
We had what some would call a whirlwind romance. Within a month we were spending much of our free time together, and by the spring of the following year, you ahd prosoed to me. I recall it was a beautiful day in April, and in Illinois the flowers were blooming and the buds were on the trees. We were having a simple lunch together in Daley Plaza, and it was just warm enough that there street performers on the edges, singing and playing for quarters.
All of a sudden a young man with a guitar positioned himself in front of us, and started playing and singing a song very dear to my heart – the old standby You are My Sunshine. I had told you that my Dad used to sing the song to me when I was little, and that I still loved it. As the singer did his thing, you pulled a little box out of your pocket, extracted a ring with a nice-sized diamond on it, and got down on one knee.
That was the happiest day of my life, and the beginning of our wonderful years together. I love you more each day, now that we are in the autumn of our time together, and I look forward to many golden years to come. And to think it all started one day at the bus stop – gee, it sounds like a song, doesn’t it?
Love Always,
Holly
About Grace Pamer
Grace Pamer is a full time romance and relationship writer. She writes romance and marriage proposal tip columns for various publications including YourTango.com and GalTime.com. As seen on FoxNews.com, Cosmopolitan.com, DivineCaroline.com and CanadianLiving.com to name but a few.
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