| | kafkan | Jun 25, 2005 3:35pm | I recently purchased a large collection of love notes which is one side of one couple's romance. Almost all are little scraps of paper with a typed note. Each note is very tender. It seems to be a man and a secretary having an affair. Eventually he divorces and they come together. Here is one of the many many notes:
"Saturday evening January 1966
Dearest Sweetheart:
The tenderness and heaven of #118 surrounds my every thought. It reaches into the depths of my soul, my being, every breathe. To have expressed my love in such a way is beyond my understanding. To have your expression of love and tenderness in such beauty and warmth captured and gave to me the most exalting and majestic moments of my life. We, together, found more than love, my darling. We, together, found a haven, a twilight zone, a cloud, sanctuary, an oasis where the oly food was love, the only need was love, where all was our love in the most cherished moments I shall ever know. Look into my eyes, darling, and feel the glow of #118. Hear the footsteps, sense the presence, touch my hand, for now and forever my adoration swells with the true simplicity and softness that has come to our love. A million roses, a thousand jewels, a mountain of sunshine..none can measure the treasure of love, tenderness and desire I shall forever have for you."
I hope this gets some people posting here.
Albert. |
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