Dear John: A Love Letter (Or Why I Don’t Write Love Letters)

Dear John, – no, sounds like we’re breaking up

Dearest John – how many of them are there?  Besides 8?

Dear John who I love more than anything in the world,

I love you more than anything in the world. Oh, please.  Start over.

Dear John,

I love you.  I love that you make me laugh.  I love that I make you laugh.  I love how delighted you look when you make me laugh.  I love your principles and how you stick to them.  I love how when you’re excited about something, you fill up the room.  I love that you’re a better cook than me, and when you decide to make something, you throw yourself into it and make it from scratch (and make it better than I could have made it).  You throw yourself into everything you do.  I love that you have more hobbies than you can count and that you always have a pile of books you’re in the middle of reading.  I love that you don’t think there’s such a thing as owning too many books, that you pushed us to get those pictures hung, and that you hold my hand every night as we fall asleep.  I’ve loved you for 14 years and I’ll love you for 140 more.  (Keep an eye out for that deadline in 2152, though.)

Happy Valentine’s Day and every other day.

I love you,

Zannah

9 Comments

  1. Zannah

    Aw, thanks guys. Really. And John is not as embarrassed as he thought he’d be.

    I like the mirror thing. I’ll do that next.

  2. Jess

    Awww … sniffle … I’m feeling a little rotten about our (Chuck’s and my) sanctimonious dismissal of Valentine’s Day now. That was all poetic and sweet.

  3. Zannah

    John and I usually ignore Valentine’s Day, too. It would have made more sense for me to write something like that on our anniversary, but hey – when inspiration hits, what can you do? 🙂

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