Look Up!

by Jax
(Virginia)

Annie, My Love,

You are the most wonderful person I know. How could I not love you? I considered writing a poem for you, maybe a “roses are red...” or one of those where you use all of the letters in your name to give details about you. The problem with poetry is that it's short – not nearly long enough to tell the world how great you are – and it's got to rhyme – what rhymes with generous? Henerous? Pinterest? Enter Us? And your generosity is one of my favorite things about you. I just have to go on and on about it. You are kind, sweet, caring and yes, generous.

You have become my best friend. I would rather spend time with you than anyone else in the world. It doesn't matter what we're doing, where we are, or who else might be there, as long as you are there, as long as I can look into your beautiful brown eyes, hold your soft, warm, little hand, I'll be fine. I don't care how boring the lecture might be, I don't care how many aunts with cigarette breath are trying to hug me or kiss me, as long you're there, I'm happy.

While I love spending time with you, holding your hand, kissing you, looking into your eyes, just sitting and talking to you is all wonderful, and I wouldn't trade any of it for the world, being able to see you, to touch, to sleep with you, to make love to you... It's simply beyond words. For the first time in my life, I look forward to going to bed, even if we're not going to be making love. I just love laying beside you, in the dark, talking about the day gone by or day coming up. I love feeling your warmth and softness beside me.

There's an old phrase that goes “Home is where the heart is,” which I I never fully understood until now. You always say that I have your heart. I've told you, and other girls before you, that you have my heart, too; but until recently I didn't understand what I was saying.

You have my heart, Annie. Wherever you are is home to me. It doesn't matter whether it's a tiny little one-bedroom, rat-trap of an apartment; or, a fifty room mansion on a hill. Wherever you are, that's where I want to be. As long as I get to lay down beside you at night, as long as I can look in your eyes, as long as I can talk to you, kiss fall asleep beside you.... I'm home!

Annie, we've been together for two years now, living together for almost a year. I would like more than that. To quote that movie, “I want you legally required to be there in the morning.”

So, this letter is meant to accomplish two things. First, it will be your St. Valentines Day card for this year. Will you be my Valentine? Second, this is a proposal. If you look up from reading this letter, I should be kneeling in front of you with a ring.

I love you. Will you marry me?

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