My darling,
I always thought parents who couldn’t stop talking about their kids were selfish and lacked self-awareness. But now…I get it (even though you’re my girlfriend and not my kid). Because I’m realizing how difficult it is for me to have conversations about you without bragging about you for hours on end.
Seriously, my friends are probably tired of hearing about you. I tell them about the way you take your work seriously. I tell them about the way you love and serve your friends. I tell them about the way you are protective of me. I tell them about the way you make me laugh until my stomach hurts. I tell them about the way you sing in the car. I tell them about the way you love dessert. I could go on forever…and sometimes, I do.
It’s always been important to me that I was ecstatic about who I was dating. I didn’t want to just “like” being with someone. I’ve always wanted to be over the moon about who I’m spending my time with and possibly marrying. And I couldn’t be more excited about a girl than I am about you.
Hugging is my thing. It’s my favorite thing. Always has been. I’ve said for a while that if a girl is a good hugger, she can make hard times bearable, and good times better. You are the best hugger I’ve ever hugged. That may sound weird, but it’s true. The way my arms wrap around your waist, and the way you cradle my neck. The smell of your hair, and the the way our bodies connect. It could get sexual really quickly, but it doesn’t need to. Hugging you is one of my favorite things, and I never take it for granted.
I could go on and on, as always, about you. But the truth is that I love you. And those 3 words mean more than anything else I could ever say. Words are good, but there’s power in simplicity. If you get nothing else from these letters, know that I love you like crazy.
Hurry home. I want to kiss you and make puppy chow.
Sincerely,
The Luckiest Guy in the World
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