My Dearest Valentine,
I write this approximately 65 days since I’ve known you and I must say, I’m quite smitten.
It’s in the way your voice gently greets me every morning or the warmth of your smile from across me at our favorite coffee shop.
I must say, I love to stare into your eyes as you throw big words here and there occasionally. Have I told you have beautiful eyes? Oh, don’t get me started on your dimples that dig so deep into your smile as you laugh at a joke I’ve made, and I do make lame jokes. I get lost in the intensity of your passion as you express yourself on the dryness of the coffee or the improperly brewed nature of it.
You started reading me poems this year and I’ve never been more contented. Mary Oliver. I didn’t know her, but through you I’ve experienced her words and ambled through streets she’s narrated in her poems.
The other day we decided to paint. I watched how carefully you mixed the paint with your brush and how focused your swish across the paint board was, to create a beautiful burst of colour. The art you made despite the complexity of the piece you created was breathe taking. Thank you for allowing me into your world and you into mine. Art is a silent language spoken that can only be understood by the eye that appreciated the intricacies.
Sunsets and sunrises.
Oh how lovely it is that you capture these and send them my way to brighten up my day. I love the warmth with which the sun rises and sets. Not that annoying heat that fills the air at about midday. No, the grandeur with which the rays spread out. How it touches my cheeks and the serenity that it comes with. You get that so attractively and indulge with me in the same.
I love that you get me so well and have mastered the art of making my heart melt every time you say my name. Every time you remember something, I’d mentioned 4 days back or when I rant about something and you quietly slip it into a prayer you say for me before the call ends.
My dear valentine,
This month I want you to know that this universe was never worthy of the kindness and warmth you add to it. I know that it’s just been a minute since I’ve known you, but it seems like I’ve known you for an eternity of sorts.
I want you to know that you are one of a kind my dear valentine.
I am more than grateful to experience your depth and to grow with you for as long as God shall will it.
Happy valentines love,
I love you to bits.
Don’t we just love love! Thank you to the author for sending this in. This is such a beautiful letter and I just wish them all the happiness in the world.
I have to ask though. After how many days of meeting someone do you think it’s okay to say “I love you”? Leave a comment and let me know! I think even one day is enough. If you love them, you love them. What are your thoughts? I’d love to know.
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