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.
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?