People sometimes say that it's lucky for a girl to be as small as most people like small things.
They also say that small things are cute, regardless how much the time passes by.
However, sometimes I do wish to be taller. As I held my head up and saw the blue sky, how I do envy taller people as they are much closer to the sky. It seems like they can just catch the clouds if they stretch they hands up.
My sky has always been blurry. But now, as he lay his head on my lap, I looked up and through the glass window saw that the sky has turned a bright, clear blue.
I do believe that there's still magic in this world.. :)
There's a different beat to every heart.. and only a certain song that can touch the core of it..
Showing posts with label * Love Letters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label * Love Letters. Show all posts
Friday, 23 March 2012
Blue Skies
Sunday, 5 February 2012
PS I Love You
Dear Holly,
I don't have much time.
I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me.
It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me.
You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... literally.
If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I.
You made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one.
Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends.
P.S. I will always love you
-Gerry-
Monday, 28 November 2011
My One And Only
Time has passed by very quickly.
I remember the day we first met... it seems like only yesterday. .
I felt our eyes met. I believe that fate brought the two of us together.
When I met you, my life started to change.
At times, you were so strict. And there are times when you were gentle. But I know one thing..you were always warm and kind. And you were always there to guide me.
When I think back on it, the first time I realised I felt in love with you..was during our first meeting. Watching you laughing, eating, smiling..I kept thinking 'I Love You..'
Thank you for the happiness and sadness. And thank you for being by my side. Even at the times when I cried, when I was mad and when I was at my wit's end. It must be hard for you, isn't it..? :) But still, each time I turned around, you would always be there for me..
When I thought about it, I realized that my memories of you are everywhere..everywhere..
Thank you for giving me everything in every shape. I will treasure them all. Forever.
Just as much as I will always treasure you..
You are everything to me..
Monday, 21 November 2011
I Wonder
It has always been a dream of mine.
To know what it is like to love someone..
To know how it felt to love and to be loved back..
I really did not know anything..
Until..I met you..
And found out a lot of things
Among them..
Happiness can make you cry too..
Thursday, 2 June 2011
Love on the Net

Dear NY152,
It sounds funny.
But I would like to start my notes to you as if we're already in the middle of a conversation. I want to pretend that we're the oldest and dearest friends -as opposed to what we actually are- people who don't know each other's name and who just met in a chat room where we both claimed we'd never been before.
What will NY152 say today, I wonder.
I turn on my computer, I wait impatiently as it boots up. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail.
I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beat of my own heart. I have mail. From you..
Friday, 27 November 2009
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
A Love Letter by John Keats
I cannot exist without you.
I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again.
My life seems to stop there, I see no further.
You have absorb'd me.
I have a sensation at the present moment as though I were dissolving. I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion... I have shudder'd at it...now
I shudder no more. I could be martyr'd for my religion: Love is my religion. I could die for that. I could die for you. My creed is love, and you are its only tenet.
You have ravished me away by a power I cannot resist.
-letter written by John Keats-
Saturday, 8 August 2009
Love Letter 2

Love letter from Abigail Adams to John Adams, her husband. He became the second president of the United States. Written December 23, 1782
My Dearest Friend,
...should I draw you the picture of my heart it would be what I hope you would still love although it contained nothing new. The early possession you obtained there, and the absolute power you have obtained over it, leaves not the smallest space unoccupied.
I look back to the early days of our acquaintance and friendship as to the days of love and innocence, and, with an indescribable pleasure, I have seen near a score of years roll over our heads with an affection heightened and improved by time. The dreary years of absence have not in the smallest degree erased from my mind the image of the dear untitled man to whom I gave my heart.
*******************************
Cat: A love surviving the years and regardless of the high position obtained ...
Love Letter 1

Love letter written by Napoleon Bonarparte to Josephine in December 1795, less than a year before their wedding:
I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet, incomparable Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart.
Are you angry? Do I see you looking sad? Are you worried? My soul aches with sorrow and there can be no rest you my love.But is there still in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips a kiss, from your heart, a love, which consumes me with fire?
Ah, it was last night that I fully realized how your portrait gives a false image of you. You are leaving at noon. I shall see you in three hours.
Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses from me. But give me none of yours in return, for they set my blood on fire.
Cat: Napoleon pun boleh menulis surat cinta yg indah.. :)
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