Some Love Letters We Have Written

Best Beloved,
In this time of holiday cheer, as I reflect on my life, it occurs to me that you are the epitome of all things wonderful. There is something about you that is plain to see but difficult to describe. Your good looks and devilish charm devastate the innocent hearts of the girls that throng you. And my own heart is long since lost. But that is just the surface, the beginning of all your remarkable amazingness. As I observed you, covertly through my lashes, just going about ordinary tasks, you exhibited such awesome and inspiring prowess in the art of going about your business that I find I can contain myself no longer. The words of praise and devotion that you so richly deserve must and shall reach your eyes! How could I not be moved, indeed, permanently altered, by the experience of knowing a paragon, a gem among men, such as yourself? With these last words of affection, I close.
With the utmost sincerity, your Fond Admirer

My most precious darling,
Although I tell you at every opportunity, I feel that, in this late hour of the night, I must pen my love by candlelight.
I feel an ache in my chest, for my heart has left a gaping hole where it used to reside. When you came near, it took its leave of my body, forsook this shell that has housed it these twenty-one years (and more) and follows you now whither-soever you go.
Your inordinate love for your mother does not concern me as it does some women of our acquaintance. Some strumpets in this world do not understand the true meaning of Filial Piety! So she sits with you while you take your bath. So you kiss her on the mouth. Whose affair is that but your won? Excuse me, darling, I don't mean Affair-affair. I just meant that's your own business, of course! Anyway, dear one, I must dash.
I long for you as a junkie longs for his crack, as a pimp longs for his ************* money!!


My dearest --------,
I know it is hardly safe to be writing, but I can't bear the separation. True, we see each other almost daily, but with our words and actions bound by the secrecy we know must be maintained. My heart cannot be fed by these stilted and restrained encounters. As this letter is anonymously addressed, we cannot be implicated. And so I give my pen leave to communicate my deep longings and fond wishes to you, my heart's own love, and also my fears. For how long can we shroud our love in secret? And what must happen when at last we are found out? Oh to embrace you in the sun's yellow light! To take your hand without fear or shame and tell the world what I whisper to you now; that I, the woman who professed her disdain of men time and again, have at last been caught! And by you, of all people! Imagine the surprise of our acquaintances! But I ought not to torment us both with vain wishes. And so, with one last profession of undying devotion,
I am yours, Faithfully,
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DEAR BOO
I cn nevr 4get the tyme i 1st noticed u. ur hot body, ur steez... Playa how you get so fly!
Wen i look @ u i get thrstE. There is no1 like u on Gods earth n i cn hrdly wait till i c u 2moro.
I love those baggy jeans u wear n how u roll up in ur ryde bumpin tha jams.
Sum h8rz be h8n bout u n that chick but i kno u just keep it real.
When u rote me that rap I almos dyde... ur flo's are so epic n u kno i think thatz dope.
Babyboy u stay on my mind n i kno u think about me so
WASSUP WIT IT!
Lets make this ish happen cuz u kno i got nothin but time 4 u.
PAYCE (+love)


My Own Love,
Oh my darling! I had thought to keep my feelings to myself alone. But how can I? Every glance, a single moment our eyes meet, and I am racked with torment. My heart can no longer bear the silence. My feelings cannot be denied. It was folly to try for so long. It has only fanned the flames of my heart's passion. For you alone it beats! Blessed as you are with a face that leaves no woman unmoved and mind and manners so suave, you cannot be surprised at my protestations. Mine cannot be the first heart so fully enamored of your charms, the first mind so caught by your wit. But shall I be the fortunate one? The one who is to be granted this most precious gift, your heart for mine? Only you can tell. I am in suspense every minute. Do not make me wait so cruelly! Just give me some sign, any sign, to tell me that I may dare hope.
Yours in wishful impatience
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