Love letters to a beloved but married man. Love letters from a mistress to a beloved married man, someone else's husband

Love letters to a beloved but married man. Lover's letters. Part 1. Euphoria.

I knew you were married. You were looking at me. A month after we met, you gave me perfume by March 8, and then invited me to a cafe to eat ice cream. We talked, laughed, the time flew by. A week later, you invited me to listen to music, watch a movie at a friend's apartment. I knew what that meant, but I agreed because I liked you. It didn't obligate us to anything. So we started dating.

You are an amazing person. Very strong-willed, stubborn, but kind. You are noble, yes, do not laugh, you are originally an honest and noble person. And I love it. I love your sense of humor, your jokes, your infectious laugh. I love your voice. I love you. Big and strong bear. My physician. And watchdog, kitten, bunny, donut. You are my warm, gentle sun. And a huge sun for everyone who surrounds you. Everyone needs you. And I don't wonder why I need you so much. You are special. You are the most wonderful.

You are attractive young successful man. Sometimes - very self-confident, and sometimes - a "fluctuating element". My advice: don't doubt yourself. Don't worry about what others think of you. Remember one thing: you are the coolest!

You combine intelligence and charm, adult and childish emotions, seriousness and humor. You are super! Do not forget about it. Being next to you is happiness. A small happiness is just to cross paths with you in life or work. To be in the company of such an interesting and unusual person. Great happiness is to be close to you, dear person. Because you can become the most gentle, attentive and desirable man in the world. If everything is serious. If you love and are loved.

And it's scary. You know why. Because we are all owners. And if you are the most beloved, close and dear person, then I don’t want to share you with anyone. And it becomes very, very painful from the realization that you yourself do not have such a value for your loved one. That you are not the only and not the main one for him. What sweet words they don't tell you alone. That they caress, hug and kiss not only you. That you are an outsider who by chance, by some strange and evil irony of fate, met on your way. You can't do this. You can’t go for rapprochement in order to go crazy later.

Yes I love. But it still hurts a lot. I have you, but I don't have you. You are the most main man for me, but I hide it. I hide, as if there is something shameful in my feelings. But it's not. My feelings are light and kind. And it's hard for me to hide them. I don't want to talk about bad things. But these are two sides of the coin. I love you just the way you are. When you are cheerful and sad, when you are angry, swear or talk about something, when you whisper all sorts of tenderness in my ear. When you are working or relaxing. When I look at your native face. I love you always. I love you anyway and no matter what. It's hard and easy. And there is nowhere to go from this.

I adore you. I adore your actions. And I'm getting more and more attached to you. I was wondering what to give you? How to congratulate you? I want to surprise you. I want to please you. I want to love you. And I don’t know how to love insipidly, I want to love fervently, sparkling, with raisins. So I came up with such a strange idea - to record on tape everything that I think about this date. It's good that my voice goes behind the scenes. So you can't run off somewhere on business or interrupt me. Forced to just listen.

Since we have a holiday today, and quite by chance the initiative was in my hands, I will have fun and congratulate you.

An application has just been received: “Hello, beloved radio! I ask you to say hello to your beloved teddy bear from the girl, congratulate him on his small anniversary and put funny song". We are happy to comply with your request. Song performed by me.

My cat is sweet! I love you! I want you! I adore you! Let our feelings always remain the same fresh, strong, tender and careful. Let there be more time spent together. More attention, more words and more action.

Thank you for the joy, tenderness and happiness that you give me. My life sparkled with all colors when you appeared in it. You are the most precious thing I have. I kiss you like an adult and I want to get to you as soon as possible and fulfill all my secret desires with you together. Yes! And here's something else. Sweetheart! For a snack, I inform you that I plan to invite you on a date and take you somewhere, say, to a pizzeria. I treat! Let's look like hungry students who ran away from class and gobble up pizza!

And behind you remains romantic dinner, the menu of which includes barbecue, red dessert wine and salad. And of course, I dream of celebrating our event with wild and fantastic sex! You can do it when you want. And I'll make sure you really want it. I love you, my dear kitten! Looking forward to seeing you and your comments on this post. Tsem-Tsem-Tsem!

Letters of love to a beloved, but married man, someone else's husband. Lover's letters. Part 2. Depression.

I feel bad. I'm depressed again. Some things stress me out. Long ago. I cannot accept the fact that you have been with your family for 11 days now. With the very fact of its parallel existence. But it's natural. For you.

The fact that I dreamed about you a couple of times does not console me. As well as your rare SMS for the holiday. Funny? And it hurts me. Physically. Really. PAINFULLY.

Well, tell me, why should I, like an idiot, wait for your calls? Every small period of time to grab a mobile phone and check - did not call? Didn't write? That's how you become neurotic.

Why can't I call you, knowing you're sick? Although I'm very worried.

Why did you snatch two whole hours for me in these 11 days? Thank you, I could not "snatch". And, as always, you are very late home. This is after a full two hours with me!!! For 11 whole days! And you don't even know what kind of alibi to come up with. This is purely human insulting. So who is really pushing who? It looks like I'm you.

You, a grown man, after almost twenty years life together, control constantly and rigidly. They keep a hand on their neck. Is that what you call it? And you love it.

This situation suits you. If it wasn't, you would have changed it long ago.

That's right, everyone proceeds from their fundamental interests. So you like being under the thumb. From the series: “And if I show up to mami.” But it's very hard for me to play by your rules. And is it necessary? It's a roller coaster: from euphoria to another depression. I don't see my interests here.

I just feel like a dog on a leash. When necessary, he pulled the leash towards himself, had fun and again threw it aside until the next convenient moment. And these convenient moments happen a whole time or even twice a month! And as much as two, or even even three hours at all !! Is this really not enough? Looking for someone. For a man with two women, probably normal. But for me it's not enough. FEW!!! Understand?

And for these convenient moments there is a struggle. They are begged, begged for and humiliated by this. And who is it? The male? Seeking attention from his beloved woman? Not! This is a woman. Stupid woman. Who forgets about herself when she truly loves.

But even this stupid woman has moments of insight when she can soberly assess what is happening and who has what balance of power. And then she feels very unhappy. And he doesn't really understand why.

Maybe I'm over complicating things. Or maybe you shouldn't have been taken seriously in the first place. Do you want such a relationship? Lungs? Comfortable? No stress. Without obligations. It's just that I can't do it. If I meet, then for real. With real feelings, experiences. I don't play. I don't want to serve to diversify someone's family life. For resuscitation of someone's dull, lost sharpness and freshness of feelings. I want to build my relationship. Between two loving people. I want to love and to be loved. Trite? But it's true.

I want freedom. I'm tired of hiding, hiding. Tired of sleeping without you. Tired of being on standby. Understand??? Tired of waiting for when you need me. I am young interesting woman who deserves a full relationship. I don't want more opportune moments. I want normal life. With a loved man.

There is a saying: “They leave not for someone, but from someone.” And if everything suits you in your life, you got into trouble once and for all your life, then why ruin the life of someone else? Why look for someone else on the side? Why break my heart? Third, he, as everyone knows, is always superfluous. How long will you torment me? I can't be on your leash for the rest of my life.

You know, yesterday I had a dream that I was having sex and experiencing the strongest, amazing orgasm. That was great. But when I woke up and remembered this, I burst into tears. Am I just dreaming? Don't I have my man? Who will simply hug me, kiss, caress, fool around, make love. Not according to the rules, with the aim of meeting two, maximum three hours. And by mutual will. As it should be for two loving people.

what do you think about it? Am I telling the truth? Or will we continue to play cat and mouse?

A love letter to a beloved married man, a love letter to someone else's husband. Lover's letters. Part 3. Timeout.

I didn't like your attitude. Laughter, clarifying questions (“What is care? Status? Playing hide and seek?”), comments like “running over”, the desire to “say nasty things”. You openly mocked what worries me, what does not suit me, what I want to change. It's humiliating. You yourself were not ready to discuss. The timeout I took to sort myself out, you didn't use to do the same. Your response "impromptu" was sex, not a discussion of the situation.

We could not communicate normally for the most banal reason - there was not enough time. You must come home on time and report for what reason and where you stayed (the phrase "That's how they kick you out of the house"). Are you the master of yourself and your time? This is very significant for our relations. You can't make time for me. We don't even have time for sex! And what a violent sex: 1-2 times a month!

Awesome! If our relationship is only about sex, then what kind of discussion can we talk about? We had sex, but we have no time to talk! Yes, we have no time to have sex. Those few times when there is time, everything happens in such a hurry to meet the 2-3 hours of your absence. If you think that giving me time twice a month for 2-3 hours is normal, then I will upset you: this does not suit me at all.

It's not a relationship, it's a parody of a relationship. I seem to have a boyfriend, but I see him a few times, and I meet him even less often. Phone calls are not enough for me. At the same time, you also report that your relatives cannot get through to you within an hour. So, I can't talk to you on the phone freely either.

So what is left for me? Waiting for you to come and want to have sex with me? So let's discuss this new round in our relationship. If they will now consist in single meetings for intimacy, then I am not sure of their necessity. And something else about telephone conversations: you can not call me for 4-5 days in a row, but if you are away, then you call your wife every day. What an exemplary husband and careless lover!

Our relationship has no future. It suits you just fine. I see two possible options your relationship with your wife.

The first option: for 20 years, you and she have become boring family life, feelings lost their freshness, novelty and moved into the category of related ones. You have a lot in common and you feel comfortable living together. Breaking up is too difficult, and not necessary. Both of you simply find partners with whom you meet and bring the lost novelty and sharpness into your life.

At the same time, you prefer to stay together and create the appearance of a family in which everything is in order in personal relationships. You are hypocritical and prefer to guess about each other's adventures than to know for sure. Isn't it easier to talk frankly and discuss the fact that your life together and the personal life of everyone are different things, and they have the right to exist. So you would untie your hands and feel free in your personal life.

I think both of you are just afraid to speak frankly. Since a sense of ownership and offended dignity can lead to a grandiose scandal and big showdowns in your property, real estate, business, etc. It’s easier for you to hide everything from each other and live in peace. But it limits your freedom, you both can't spend much time on the side. It doesn't bother you. On the contrary, both are quite satisfied with infrequent sex on the side.

Option 2: You love her. Still. Bravo! You obey her, listen to her, take care of her. You're afraid that someone might be dating her. Worried that someone else is having sex with her. You can’t even imagine how it can belong to someone else but you (even for a while). You understand that she is no longer a girl and not Cindy Crawford, so that she is in great demand among men, but you are still afraid of losing her. After all, she now has other attractive sides: money, a car, her own business. This is enough to attract gigolo boys. And you are afraid of it.

She is also afraid of losing such a reliable rear as you. Only she hides it. It also hides the fact that in fact she is nobody without you. Everything that she has appeared thanks to you and with your direct participation. But she prefers to behave in such a way that it is you who are afraid of losing her, jealous, and take care of her. What are you doing. At the same time, for your part, you consider it permissible to change it. But your relationship on the side is nothing compared to the feeling for her. This is a kind of recreation, entertainment, relaxation for you. You're just letting some other doll love you.

As long as she does not give you problems and does not require anything. It's easier to part with a person on the side who claims to be you. After all, people on the side come and after a while leave, but the wife always remains. Right? Therefore, you will never voluntarily part with her. Therefore, you do not want to change anything in your life. Everything suits you.

But not everything suits me. Apparently, this is just my problem. Or will you say again that I'm wrong? Maybe it's time to look for a new doll. I think this will be easy to do. But I am sure that no one will ever love your soul, body, your voice, laughter, all of you like I do. Although that doesn't seem to be the case anymore. Or maybe you do not need all this? Love-carrots, passions-faces? Good sex without requests and claims is enough for you? Sorry if I'm wrong.

Returning to the question “the secret becomes clear”, I remain of the opinion that you will unconditionally fulfill all her requirements, no matter what they turn out to be for me, and you will ask to return to the family. So I'm for you - just good girl for a joint pastime, which, if necessary, can simply be eliminated from your life. Let's be honest with each other and admit it.

A letter to a man who is married to another is not about love, but about the emotional experiences of his mistress. Lover's letters. Part 4. Analysis.

Let's figure out what and why is happening between us. What each of us needs from a personal relationship. What do we want from life and what do we get.

1. What do I need?

* Beloved person. Not virtual, but real.

* Attention, care, presence, support.

* Joint pastime, rest.

* Free status. open relationship.

* Possibility cohabitation.

2. What confuses me?

* Virtuality of relations.

* Polar location and long separations.

* Funny meeting frequency for adult loved ones.

* We spend little time together.

* Peekaboo. status problem. It's stressful.

* I deserve a man who would love only me.

* I'm tired of brightening up someone else's marriage.

* The hopelessness of relationships.

* The need to think about the future (family, child).

* Feeling that I am being used.

3. Overcoming obstacles. Way out of an impasse.

* Opportunity definition further relations.

* Do you want to be together?

* View of these relationships.

* Organization of time, its planning.

* Frequency of meetings, their status.

* What the parties can offer each other.

* Possible relationship development.

* I take you very seriously, I love you, I want to be with you always.

* You treat me well, we have good sex and mutual understanding.

* I need you.

* You don't really need me. Do you have a family.

These relationships were initially frivolous and without consequences, which you do not forget to remind me of if necessary. But, unfortunately, at this stage, what you offer me is not enough for me. One-time meetings are not relationships, this is naked sex with a proven partner. Do you want this in the future? We've been talking for five years now. And I can't imagine my personal life without you.

If we reduce everything to sex, then we will have to give each other complete freedom, not to be interested in each other's personal lives and emotional experiences, not to limit ourselves in anything. In general, just sometimes meet for good sex, and the rest of the time to be strangers. Have we come to this alignment after all the years? I really want to see or hear from you your reflections on all this, which you promised to prepare, and discuss everything to the end.

And the last. In addition to your status, there is another important issue that affects our relationship - this is work. So I think it's work that separates us the most. The paradox lies in the fact that it once united us. Your way of life consists only in solving work issues. You have one life priority. You live for work. The rest is not so important to you.

You do not even pay attention to your own health, which is already sending signals to stop, take a break. After all, you need to take care of yourself, and not just about the business. You overload yourself with all sorts of things that never end. But you need to redistribute them among others. If you do not rethink your life priorities, you will turn into a loner, a workaholic, and lose interest in life.

Perhaps someday in your old age you will understand that there was something no less important in your life, but you did not attach any importance to this and easily abandoned it. It will only be too late. I have no right to tell you or teach you, just sometimes I really want to remind you that life is not only work. And you still move away from me more and more. It hurts because I love you so much. But, as you say, "whatever God does, it's all for the best." I hope it is.

A sad love story from life: A love story for a beloved married man. Lover's letters. Part 5. Climax.

They say that if a husband has not gone to his mistress in a year (as an option - in two), then he will never leave. Because they don’t love a mistress, but they want to. And they love and go to their beloved woman. You said that I was loved. And he left for me. In nine (!) years. How it was.

Your relationship with your wife has come to an end. You stopped sleeping together, chatting and even talking. She hid the cooked food from you on the balcony. It pissed you off. You traveled more and more on business trips. Your wife's friends invited you to their family holidays. You stubbornly refused, referring to employment. You saw through these tricks, and did not want to put up with your wife.

Then she made another attempt: she took trips to Egypt for you, herself and your adult daughter. You went. I suggested that you reconcile with your wife and save your family. You didn't even want to hear about it. He said that she has her own personal life, and you even know who she is dating. Upon his return, he said that the communication was very strained, and it would be better if you did not go at all.

Everything was in order at work, so your mood was upbeat. And on one of these beautiful days, you finally voiced what I had been waiting for eight long years. You told me about your plans to move to the capital, buy an apartment on credit, make repairs there, and have a baby. You wanted a son. I was afraid to believe my luck. It was an incredible feeling! I thought it was the happiest day of my life.

We decided to go in for sports, review nutrition and bad habits to prepare for the upcoming event. Life finally filled with new meaning, sparkled with all the colors of the rainbow. And then came the crisis. Problems began at work, things went awry, there was not enough money. I tried to support you. But you became more and more immersed in current problems and move away from me. We began to meet less and less.

Relationships have become more like friendships. Your wife added fuel to the fire. She put her summer seaside photographs in the family photo album, in which she is captured in an embrace with her lover, a young laughter. You found the album in plain sight. You showed me these pictures, bitterly noting that any relationship ends. You stopped congratulating me on holidays, calling me with or without reason. When you saw me, your eyes no longer lit up with joy. For the first time in years, we felt uncomfortable together. We talked about the current situation and decided to wait out this difficult period with work problems and reduce our meetings to a minimum for several months.

And then the surprises began. I became a casual witness of how your young employee jumped into your car and you left together. I immediately called you, having come up with a reason, and at the end of the conversation asked me to say hello to her. At first you didn't understand anything. And then, after a couple of minutes, he called me back and said with a challenge that it didn’t mean anything. My God, how bad I was! After all, I believed you so much! And you've never given me a reason to doubt my feelings before. The condition was terrible. Do you remember, like a classic: “My dear, what have I done to you?” I hardly slept all night. The next day was the debriefing. And I learned that in addition to the rest of your virtues, you are also a wonderful actor.

You put on a great performance called "I'm seriously ill." Without saying a word about yesterday's incident, you very convincingly and emotionally told me that you are seriously ill, you have blood cancer and you have no time left to live. more than a year. You moved me to pity, brought me to tears, you yourself cried and lamented that life was over. For this reason, you offered to leave now, so that later, when you get really sick, I would not be even more hurt. When I did go back to what happened the day before, you said that this girl was pestering you because of your high position and money. And assured that you had nothing to do with her. The second night I hardly slept because of this terrible news about your illness. When the emotions subsided, we talked again.

I believed that trouble should not separate, but bring people together. I didn't want to leave my family and loved one in trouble. I wanted to stay by your side. Reminded you of our recent plans for the future. After all, it is a rarity when people fit each other like a key to a lock. When you can talk about everything in the world and adore each other for so many years. I didn't mean to mourn you ahead of time. I found a lot of information on the Internet about this disease and the possibilities of its treatment.

Each person, if something happens, climbs with all his might, is treated, does not give up. I thought you were just panicking. As the first reaction of a normal person to such a terrible diagnosis. And I wanted to see some papers about your illness to make sure it was true. Go with you to different doctors and get their opinion. After all, you need grounds to assert such things. Then it turned out that this was only a presumptive diagnosis and the results of the tests were not yet known.

And yet, we decided to fight together and be happy for as long as you will be measured. However, since then you have not remembered your alleged illness anymore. The results of the analyzes never took away, if they gave up at all. And I appreciated your acting skills and ability to skillfully translate arrows into another topic at delicate moments.

But, as it turned out, it was just a saying, and a fairy tale ahead. Episode two. Everything hidden becomes clear. A few days later you left on a business trip. Called me and we talked. Five minutes later, another call from you. I answer the phone, but you are silent. And then I hear you talking to someone. I understand that your cell phone, which you usually put in your shirt breast pocket, accidentally called the last dialed number (mine). And I begin to listen as you retell to someone who giggles disgustingly in response, the content of our conversation with you. Then you pay at the checkout for the goods, go to the car, remove it from the alarm, open the door, sit down and further - beeps.

You were with a woman. Although he left alone. For several minutes I sat dumbfounded. I didn't believe what I heard. Five minutes later you called back. I asked where are you. And you said that you had just left the supermarket. Then I asked who you were with. And you answered in such an honest, surprised and sincere voice: “I myself.” Of course, I could not resist and told you about the call from your mobile and the uselessness of proving that you were talking to yourself and laughing in a woman's voice. Then you abruptly ended the conversation.

You returned a week later. I didn't call all this time. I lived like hell. Realizing that this is the end. But I was wrong. When you got back, you didn't want to talk about what happened. But I insisted. You said you just went on a spree. I didn't condemn. I just said I won't put up with the fact that I'm not alone. Either we will be together without outside partners, or we will part. You said that if we live together, then there will be no one but me in your life. The next day, after thinking it over, I decided to try to live together. After all, you won't know until you try. I decided to give us a chance to be happy. After all, I've been striving for this for so long. And we moved to a rented apartment. It happened on March 14, the day of the ninth anniversary of the beginning of our relationship.

The last love message to the beloved married man. A love story for a married man. Lover's letters. Part 6. Denouement.

So, we began to live together in a rented apartment. We were very happy. Dream come true. That was great. There was no need to rush anywhere, we spent the nights together. In the morning you, early bird, woke me up with kisses. We both tried to make each other's life as pleasant and easy as possible. We went grocery shopping together, cooked food together. You cooked meat wonderfully, loved experimenting with salads. I also tried to pamper you with something tasty, I chose interesting recipes.

I enjoyed taking care of you. I gladly ironed shirts, chose men's cosmetics, made surprises. With love did the massage that you love so much, with essential oils, massagers. We went to visit your friends, relaxed in the sauna, walked in the forest reserve by the lake, watched our favorite TV shows. I never imagined before that you can be so happy.

Life was filled with meaning, because the loved one was there. And together it is much more pleasant to enjoy life than separately. We celebrated our first month of life together in a French restaurant. Summed up the first results and were very pleased with each other. It was obvious that everyone tried very hard and did it with pleasure.

Well, then, little by little, you again began to move away from me. Work problems began to take more and more time. You returned home late, you were very tired, the topic of intimacy generally faded into the background. We didn't talk much, on weekends you worked on your own initiative. Began to leave on business trips, called rarely. When I asked why you didn't call, it caused an uproar.

I was popularly explained that, being on a business trip, there is no time to do this and it is extremely inconvenient. I did not begin to remind that earlier this was not a hindrance and we talked for a long time and with joy. I was bored, sad, gloomy. You were endlessly busy with work. Physical and moral dissatisfaction grew. You didn't want to see it. I offered to talk. I had to wait three days for a conversation, because every day you had no time. Three days later, we still talked on my initiative.

It was my long monologue for three hours. Calmly and frankly, I shared with you what hurt. I am a woman and I need attention, love, affection. I want to make love to you. I don't need an outside relationship because I love you. I do not want to be a household item, familiar furniture. Why pretend everything is fine when it's not? I want to get married, finally have a baby. I want simple female happiness. And I don't see anything seditious here, nothing shameful.

This is a normal human desire. These simple common truths have become a revelation for you. But I'm glad I opened your eyes to them. In the end, you said that I was right about everything. And he hurriedly left, he wanted to be alone for a couple of days and think. When you left, I said to myself: "That's it." And I felt a huge relief from the fact that we explained.

A couple of days passed, a whole week passed, and you were in no hurry to return to our conversation. Then I myself insisted on a conversation. In an even tone and without emotion, you told me that I should go my own way, and you will go yours. He said that you will solve work problems and refuse any personal relationships. And although I was preparing for this, I was still not ready. It was a low blow. Seeing my condition, you became emotional, hugged me and said that no one had ever loved you the way I did.

He even cried, which made me feel sorry for him. Although I had no doubts about your acting abilities for some time now. I offered to go to the apartment, and you agreed to this "farewell tour." We spent the night together, and in the morning you hurriedly left for work, looking at me with a long, sad look.

We started talking like good friends. Although I subconsciously waited for you to take a step forward, and we would be together again. But I forbade myself to provoke you. It's your decision to break up and I have to respect it. I can handle it, I'm strong.

Yes I Strong woman. Not everyone will be able to walk in mistresses for nine years. Yes, it didn't work out, but I don't regret anything. It was a wonderful feeling that inspired, helped to live. Thanks to this bright feeling, I opened up from the best side. We lived together for only three months. We met for a long and wonderful nine years ... We lived for each other, almost every summer we went to rest by the sea, reveled in each other and adored each other.

When we met, you were already married. I foresee the condemnation of others. But love does not choose. I loved you with all my heart and felt your love, care and support in return. This happiness is to love and be loved, needed, desired.

I ordered songs for you on the radio, dedicated poems to you, took you to theaters, to the zoo, to the circus, arranged surprises, gave Original gifts, wrote humorous SMS, congratulated on all the holidays, recorded an audio cassette with all sorts of tenderness and sang a song in your honor. We called each other cute nicknames that made our hearts warm. We were with you of the same blood and understood each other perfectly. This was worth living for.

I remember how I refused to accept the gold bracelet that you bought me for the new year as a gift, because I did not want you to buy me. You threw the bracelet out the car window at full speed and drove on, refusing to stop. New Year was hopelessly damaged. After that incident, I no longer refused to accept your gifts. I remember this with a smile and sadness. Thank you for everything. For the happiness that I had. For a love story. For tenderness. For the fact that you are in the world. For the fact that you were in my life, in my destiny.

How to write a letter to a loved one

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Letters to the Beloved! (You can write beautiful letter beloved man in separation, in prose. Love, beautiful letters for men. Has your loved one moved away? Do you miss him so much that you can't find a place for yourself? Do you really want to talk about feelings, and about what is happening now with your soul? Write a letter to your one and only! He will certainly be very happy with him, believe me! Reading your letter, he will have a great desire to rush to you as soon as possible and never part with you.)

A letter to a beloved man. Beautiful love letters.

A love letter to a man who is far away:

I feel so cold without you... The room is so empty... And I hate the bed and the room because you're not around right now. I cannot say that I hate the whole world, because there is a lot of good and bright things in it. But you are more precious than everyone and everything. Expensive. You know about it…. Everyone around knows about it: walls, floors, ceilings, furniture, doors. They pity me, they see how often I cry. And the pillow - girlfriend, every evening, bathes under the waterfall of my tears .... I can't stop crying. We haven't seen you for a very long time. Eternity! Wish this eternity would end.

I remember the taste of you tender lips…. They caressed my body so fabulously. I will never forget every second spent with you. She is beautiful, like all our nights. I thank you for being with me. Yes, you are near, despite the distance. I see your eyes when I close mine.... They are so beautiful, so adorable….

You are always there…. You are in my heart, in my soul, in my dreams, in my thoughts, in my mind, in my life. I feel bad without you, sad, bored, dreary. Come back soon. I miss you so much...

Forgive me for the fact that, sometimes, offended you .... Forgive me to dissolve the guilt that haunts me. I want to burn with a spark in your unforgettable embrace, I want to feel every line of your face, I want to enjoy the melodiousness of your voice ....

I don't know how I used to live without you. Most likely, I confused life with existence. My life began only when you graced it with your presence. I am happy with you. And I don't need another man. I can't even think about others! My thoughts are programmed only for you and what is connected with you. For others, there was no time, no desires, no thoughts, no place in my huge heart.

I love you…. The fragrance of my love is in everything: in the sky, in the clouds, in sunshine on the ground, in the air…. And in every letter, in every word that you see in this letter. I am writing it to make you believe: I miss you very much. I miss every molecule of my body…. Too bad you don't feel it right now.

I listen to the noise of the trains, hoping that you are on one of them. I peer into the sky, dreaming of seeing the plane on which you will arrive .... Or maybe you will fly to me on the wings of an elf? Then I will not close the window so that you can, at any time, fly into it. I'm waiting for you all the time, at any time of the day .... Come, come, come... Come back!

I'm waiting for your calls, like a miracle. I pierce the phone with anticipation. And if it's not you who's calling, I'm very, very upset. I need your calls, my sunshine. Why do I call you exactly the sun? Simply, no one but you will warm me with its warmth: I only need you.

Your name warms me up. I call you in my dream. Can you hear my call? Answer me, otherwise I'll just go crazy ...

I want to hear your footsteps in the hallway. I want to know that you feel good with me, that we will always be together .... However, you yourself know perfectly well what you need to tell me so that the soul, from happiness, turns into a beautiful bird, and flies in me, because you are with me again ....

Tell me what are you dreaming about? I will definitely try to fulfill all your dreams. I want to do this to prove to you the power of my love. She is limitless. Do you believe me without proof? Then I beg you, come soon.

All poems are written by you .... The scent of your cologne is in the air.... I "released", a little bit, your perfume to represent that you are now close, close. I listen to the wind. He is behind glass. And I will not open the window so as not to frighten him away. Perhaps, in gratitude, he will tell me about you.

I want to get to know you again, to learn you by heart. You are the best thing that happened to me. You are my talisman, my meaning, my healing. I am ready to do everything for you. What do you want? Lovers - everything is possible. I will, if need be, easily lay down my own life for you. I will light all the sunrises and sunsets with caress, I will drink all the misfortunes so that you do not encounter them ....

I love you…. And it is these words that I am ready to repeat to you constantly. Want? I will write them all over my body ....

I go crazy about you. And, sometimes, I can’t believe that I deserve such happiness as you. And you didn't even know that you can be someone's happiness? You can everything…. You are my ideal. You have no flaws.

Do you want me to spread, with a luxurious carpet, the whole sky under your feet? Do you want me to make the land yours? I know you don't need it. I believe you need. I never doubted you for a moment. After all, relationships are the sweetness of trust. I have always believed in you and will always believe in you.

Forgive me for jealousy: I'm afraid that you will be taken away from me. Forgive me for being rude: I am an imp with the appearance of an angel. Forgive me for the truth: it is bitter, but it breathes with a clear conscience. Sorry for the misunderstanding: it happens to everyone ....

I see you even on the palm of my hand, because, on it, I often put your photo in order to absorb your image with my eyes, glances and soul. I want to bring your photo to life…. I'm sorry, I can't say otherwise. I miss you….

You are my dearest person. I feel how painfully creep the days in separation from you. Who came up with all these distances? Did those who wrote them never feel true love?

Come back. I'm waiting for you. I'm looking forward to it like never before. Let's start new life: without quarrels, insults, scandals. Let all these negatives no longer dare to overshadow a sincere feeling.

Let's forget about all the bad things. Let's cross it out, trample it, burn it, incinerate it, cut it .... Let's keep only each other and our future. And it, if we try, will be the most beautiful and happy. And we will definitely try, I know!

Writing a farewell letter to a loved one

In this vain world, two halves meet one day - He and She. Each couple has their own scenario for the development of relationships: a love story begins, unfolds and, sadly, comes to an end.

There are many reasons for parting: misunderstanding, accumulated resentment, betrayal, and just a feeling that the relationship has reached an impasse.

Almost all stories have a beautiful beginning, but not everyone is able to put a beautiful end. It is difficult to gather my thoughts and say calmly: "I'm sorry, we need to leave." The voice may tremble treacherously, and tears will flow from the eyes.

If separation is unavoidable, try writing Farewell letter boyfriend or boyfriend.

"I tell you goodbye"

Girls, of course, are subtle creatures, but often it is they who take the liberty and say the last goodbye. It's much easier to talk about a breakup in writing.

You can write a farewell letter in your own words or use the samples we have prepared for you.

Farewell letter to boyfriend

“Hi, zaya. You will probably be surprised that I am writing you a letter. We are used to talking to you. True, lately all our conversations end in quarrels. I thought for a long time, understood myself, analyzed our relationship and realized: this cannot continue.

I already forgave you. And goodbye!"

who do you love

"Darling, good, beloved! I pulled myself together and decided to write you in a letter everything that I can’t put into words when we meet. Our love has turned into some kind of one-sided ugly entity. I see that my efforts to improve relations lead to nothing.

You rarely call, you perceive our meetings as a heavy duty. I'm not made of stone, and I feel it all. It hurts, it's hard, I won't pretend to be strong. I will cry, miss and worry about you.

But, so be it, I let you go free swimming. Fly towards your happiness. Unfortunately, I failed to make you happy. Let everything work out for you with another girl. Maybe you already have someone, but you're afraid to say. Fly, my dear, fly!

I release you. Forever and ever. Goodbye!"

who offended

"Hi baby. I am writing you a farewell message in prose. There is not enough spiritual strength for poems and rhymes. My strength left along with tears, which I stopped with great difficulty in order to put an end to our history.

We often quarreled, saying hurtful words to each other. We became strangers and incomprehensible to each other. Hands have ceased to be affectionate, there are no former strong hugs and nothing at all.

Let's confess to each other that our love has turned into nothing, we have destroyed it with our efforts. My resentment is too great to continue the relationship.

We're breaking up. Sorry and goodbye!"

who changed

"My dear! How difficult it is for me to collect my thoughts and tell you everything. Even in a letter when you don't see my tear-stained face. I know that you betrayed me. No not like this. You betrayed our love, our beautiful days and nights. Your act showed that I mean absolutely nothing to you.

Apparently I've become your habit. You call out of habit, come out of habit, and even apologize out of habit. Somehow insensitive and insincere you get it. Why do we need extra problems? We both need to change something in our lives. You already started.

Happy travels, dear! I forgive you and let go. Forever and ever."

ex boyfriend

"Hi Hi! I don't even know how to address you now. The heart is beating and shouting to you “beloved”, “native”, “only”, and the mind is sobering and says “former” about you. Yes, you were a wonderful, wonderful moment in my life. Now it seems like it was all a dream. Morning came and our love dissolved.

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After our separation, days and nights ceased to exist for me. I lived as if in some kind of impenetrable fog. But the heavenly forces have mercy, the fog is slowly dissolving, I see the outlines of the horizon. This means that I again live and breathe deeply.

Even though you are no longer in my reality, no one will rip you out of my heart. Memories of our meetings will always warm and encourage me. Forgive me for all. Remember us. There was love. Goodbye!"

Beloved husband

“My dear, dear man. Life decreed that you and I turned from two halves into two loneliness. I think about you every minute, my heart lives only with you. How did it happen that we broke up?

Do you remember our first meeting - our burning eyes, excitement and unquenchable desire to be together. Do you remember our days and nights? Do you remember how we missed each other?

Is love doomed to death, like all living things in this world? If I love, how can you not love? Somehow this is wrong, unfair. Feelings must be mutual.

Maybe so many problems have piled on you that you stopped hearing the voice of your heart? I will pray to heaven that your heart be freed from captivity, that love will rise in your soul. I wish you good, light, warmth and, of course, love!

I'm sorry. And goodbye!"

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To a married man

“Good, not my man. How difficult it is to write a letter to a still loved one! I had no right to fall in love with you, but I could not resist the surging feelings. It's amazing that you couldn't resist.

I don’t know what to call our relationship, but it was wonderful, like a dream. As sad as it is, it's time for both of us to wake up, last time look into each other's eyes, for the last time embrace each other and part.

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You are married, return to your family, gather your strength and solve all the problems that have fallen on you like a man. At first, it will certainly be difficult, you will rush back, but this is the path to nowhere. A beautiful dream dissolved in the rays of a clear sun, it is time to face reality.

Be happy with the one who is your legal wife. After all, you loved her once. I wish you reunion, understanding, warmth and light. I no longer want to be the cause of your quarrels and pain.

Forgive me and let me go"

who threw

"My favorite! I'm sorry, I can't call you anything else, because I love and will always love. It hurts me, it hurts me to tears. Burning tears - that's what warms me in last days and weeks. And before, your hands and lips warmed me.

My heart rejoiced and did not believe in my happiness. It beat like a free bird, ready to break out of chest. And now it beats muffled and doomed, as if imprisoned forever in a dungeon.

Why did you go away? He did not explain anything, did not say goodbye, did not hug. He just disappeared from my life and that's it. I can not believe it. that life goes on, but you are not around, and there will be no more. I believe in a miracle that you will come to your senses and want to return. Know, my dear, that I will always open my arms to meet you. I will be faithful to you until the end of my days.

Remember this. And be happy!

who you don't love

"Dear friend! I'm glad I met you on the path of life. You are wonderful, sincere, interesting person. You know how to love and care beautifully. I'm sorry I can't reciprocate. My heart does not respond to the call of your heart. You are probably aware of this yourself.

I can no longer date you and continue this deception. Thank you for the love and warmth that you generously give, but believe me, I'm not the one who will reciprocate your love. Let's part as friends before our relationship reaches an impasse. Keep this farewell letter and remember that I was honest with you.

Forgive me a hundred thousand times and let me go once. Goodbye!"

SMS message

Modern girls can end relationships by sending their ex boyfriend farewell text message.

Here are some examples:

"Baby, it's over between us. Goodbye!"

“It can’t go on like this anymore, love has passed, the tomatoes have withered!”

"I'm sorry, it's over, we're not together anymore. Goodbye"

Remember that sending a farewell SMS is dangerous. There is a high probability of receiving a lot of bewildered or even offensive text messages in response. A beautiful one-way farewell letter on paper will indicate the seriousness of your intentions.

The choice, of course, is yours. Perhaps you, like Tatyana Larina, would like to rhyme your last message.

A touching farewell letter in verse

Everything in this world is not forever

Everything in the world has an end in sight.

I will hug you by the shoulders

And I whisper: "I'm sorry, goodbye."

No need for extra explanation

No need for tears and insults.

Let there be no love between us

Who knows, suddenly a farewell letter will take your relationship to a new level, help resolve accumulated misunderstandings and improve shaky relationships. Be happy!

My friend, my angel, snow dog!

You brought the pain of separation into the house!

Your eyes are like white light

I remember a sad trace in them.

And their outlines are full

Beautiful music of love.

You are a wonderful world in my soul,

You give me light every day

You are the gleam of hope, my dawn!

You are so dear to me, dear dog.

I remember your beautiful nose

He was wet and he shone

And the sparkle of the eyes did not lose heart.

I remember, friend, I walked with you,

But your life suddenly passed.

And a bitter scar on my heart ached,

I cant. No more strength!

Do you remember the sun in the sky?

Do you remember the stars in your dreams?

Do you remember, friend, my love?

A terrible moment took you

He managed to break the crystal tears.

I thought you failed to remember

A gentle, kind letter to a loved one, a man.

letter of love and tender feelings.

Imagine that you fell in love (very much!) with a man who lives, unfortunately, far from you. You love him for a long time. But you no longer have any strength to hide your love for him. Describe what you feel in writing. You'll feel better. He is more comfortable. Love - do not pay attention to the kilometers separating you! On the contrary, let him understand that kilometers are nonsense.

Write a kind and tender letter to your loved one. The kind that makes his heart melt. You doubt that he needs you, you are afraid that he will not reciprocate. You should not be scared. You write!

“Do not spread, on the lines, any negative. Try to avoid it, no matter how hard it is for you. Saturate the whole letter with kindness, tenderness, and good mood

My beloved and affectionate angel! Night. I know that you are already sleeping. And I write because I want you to learn a lot. Even what you already know.

I love you sweetheart! You are unaware of these feelings. Maybe you can guess. You and I are very close friends. You are closer than a friend. This is exactly what I told you. Sorry for repeating myself again.

We've never met in real life, but I'm looking forward to the day you arrive. Just over a month left to wait. But I will wait for you, my happiness. We agreed that we would leave everything as it is. I will not insist on something, I will not demand anything. It's important to me that we see each other. You know how I look forward to this….

We make fun when we correspond, on the topic of love. I try not to show my feelings. I'll tell you what I love when we meet. How do you answer, I don't know. But the main thing is that I will open up to you. Now I'm afraid.

Kitten, you are the very best .... I'm so scared. That you'll find another while we're apart. You went, one day, to the Vkontakte website. It was a summer night. But I know that at this time you are sleeping. I had two versions. First: “He is not alone. Some girl climbs on his page. Second: “He went online to see if I was there or not. At the same time, admire my photographs ”…. The second one came later. It's always like that: first the bad comes to mind. Jealousy. How she annoys me! I didn't think she'd get into me. And she moved in and does not let go. Will he let go?

You know I broke up with my boyfriend. And you applied for his place. He called me yesterday. And I also told you about this, because I have no secrets from you at all. Our mutual friends say that he wants to return to me. And you found out about it. Sadly, without a smiley, you asked: “What are you?”. I thought for a long time how to answer so that you understand everything correctly. And I answered like this: “Most of all I want to meet you. If I go back to it now, a lot can change.” You did not answer me for half an hour, which seemed to me an eternity .... Do you remember what you answered? You replied: "Hmm ...". I don't know how to interpret it... That's why I had to say that, I joked again. I polish all the words so as not to offend or offend you.

My dear, you are very, very dear to me. If I lose you, my life will end. And I want to spend it with you! I want to erase all boundaries of friendship…. All! Until one! I want only friendship between us - love.

I so dream of dialing your number, but yesterday you dropped your cell phone. He does not work. This is sad. I don't know the home number. I asked him, but you didn't write. Apparently, he was afraid that I would often call you. Kidding!

I love you! I love my dear boy. Let's be together forever, huh? It's so sad and bad without you. All my friends see how "gray" I am when I'm not talking to you on the Internet or on my mobile. Give me a rainbow, please. My rainbow is you and your feelings for me….

I dream not to let you go…. I want your touches, your caresses, your kisses .... Do you know how I imagined our first meeting? You call me from the station, say that you have arrived and wait for me at the entrance. I run out of the vestibule doors, call the elevator .... You are in the elevator. You come out of it, take me in your arms and kiss me sweetly.

Stop! I forgot that we are not dating, but friends. How I wish it was different. I love it when you call me angel.... I will put it soon new status Vkontakte: “I work as a personal angel for my closest friend. I'm not going to quit." I'm so tired of virtual communication. The sun is my favorite, come soon. I don't claim much. I just want to see you. I promise that I will hold back all the impulses of passion that live in me for you. I promise that I will kiss you on the cheek, as we agreed. I will fulfill everything that I promised you, my beloved sun.

I am ready to rush to you now, my happiness. I can't stand it, I'll buy a train ticket, and I'll come to you. There are five hundred kilometers between us. These are huge little things. It is a pity that there is a distance between us at all. But we will overcome it, my love!

I am writing this letter knowing that everything in it is sincere and beautiful. Everything is dedicated only to you, my extraordinary dream. Yes, by the way, about the dream .... I remembered something.... We spoke on the mobile. I wished you good night. And you hinted that I dreamed about you. My dear, I really want to dream about you every night! I want to fall asleep next to and wake up .... I'm sorry that I want so much. But I have the right to tell you everything as it is.

You are the man of your dreams. Yes, we have not seen each other in life, but I fell in love with you so much .... I resisted my feeling, choosing not to believe in it. But love is very strong. She defeated me, burst out of my chest, flew into every line of this letter .... Love you…. Forgive me for that, if you can…. Just know, remember that you are the only one for me. I am without you - a drop of dew, a rain on the glass, a grain of sand on the coast .... Be with me, my angel! I will be able to give you unearthly happiness. I need only one chance to carry out such a plan.

My love is the real one. You will understand that I am not lying if we are together. I need you…. More than air. You are my life. Because I love you madly. Anyone who fell in love on the Internet will be able to understand me.

I'm waiting for you, my bunny. You call me that too... And I am so pleased, so good from this. I am your sunbeam who protects and loves you.

Tender words beloved man. - Write about tender feelings.

Write him beautiful phrases. - Beautiful words beloved in prose.

Pleasant words man. - Everything gentle, pleasant - to a loved one.

vladimir monks

LETTERS TO THE LOVED ONE (one-way traffic)

In these letters, everything is unknown - who wrote to whom, from where and to what city. Even the person who gave them to me as a response to one of the publications did not introduce himself, but only suggested: “Read! This should interest you. Might be useful for printing. And don't worry, these people are gone...

I read with admiration, and sometimes even with envy, I read with a secret thought: if only such letters were written to me! But not everyone can be so lucky - this must be earned in return love. The one in which some believe, while others do not, because she covered some with her angelic wing, while others preferred to stand aside at that time. And although at the very beginning I said that everything is unknown in the letters, in fact the main thing actor- Love settled forever in these lines, not fading with time. Read and see for yourself.

"City of warmth. kind person. Hello! Everything is done so that you can beat against the wall, but you will not hear. Miracle of the century! Civilization! Calculation! Cars! Intelligence! Emptiness! Terrible emptiness! I don't feel my body, my soul, or even the shell. Life ended without any hope. The time that will separate us is so great that any illusion of a future meeting disappears. Everyone thinks: where am I? Has it all melted into you? There is nothing left for me. I'm gone. And there are no envelopes. Cloudy and bad. I have never been so uncomfortable as now without you and your letters. I don’t want anything, just look at you, be reflected in your eyes, feel your lips, touch ... "

"Favorite! Native! The most tender! Most kind! What grief has befallen me! The distance tore our lips, and I'm running out in terrible suffering of longing and pain for you! I didn’t know more grief ... I kiss every cell of your heart!

“I really need your letters. Call me, carry me away, take me into your dreams, get me out of reality. I am dying here, I have already died and I am losing faith in the future, where you are and will be!

“Hello, my dear, kind, gentle and strong man! It's not easy for me alone, without you. I've been doing that all my life. Suddenly, remorse and regret came, the fear that there are more years lived without you behind you than ahead with you. All my life I have been arranging other people's lives, being a victim, looking for strength in the weakness of others. In addition to these sad reflections, there is also the real life of today, which is completely incomprehensible to me. And most importantly - again without you ... You say: "We are dependent, chained by objective coercion," you repeat: "We must wait and we must reckon with our neighbors." Sometimes I also think so and for the sake of "neighbors" I act wisely. But when my neighbors groan from my spiritual petrification, when they cry from my hatred and irritability, when I howl into a pillow and dream about a car accident, about an accident (my heart often hurts), then what? It’s stupid to ask questions, I decide my own destiny, and no one bothers me to open the door and leave, not even to you, but into the void ... But there is no strength, no faith, I don’t see anything ahead, even you ... Although you are the greatest happiness! You are the only one for whom I open my eyes in the morning ... But I understand very well that with your suffering you do not need me. What to do, where to go? You don't know anything about me. After all, I never had such a feeling and never will again ... I do not need my "rich home world" where you are not. I want to your world of "simple earnings". How madly I want to see you, look into your eyes - maybe this will give me strength again to at least think rationally. How madly I want to touch you! Kiss you! How I kiss you, Lord! Don't you feel how I yearn in the distance, how I rejoice at your letters, how I am all overflowing with you and how I am all with your every cell.

“I'm all alone without you. I'm looking for the strength in you to be free. The last bell is ringing, and I'm afraid not to hear ... Call me, kiss me, love me, make me live only with you!

“I received two of your letters, the best letters in the world. Are there any words that can convey my gratitude. These long nights and days without you have been overwhelmed with renewed vigor by a great bright feeling that flows from your letters. Everything that was before seems so untrue, such a lie, such unlife. As you want to change everything, start with a new report. My good, the most gentle, the kindest! Love you! Besides this feeling for you and your truth, I have nothing else on this earth.

"Night. And you came. Both the heart and the soul were slashed by the blade of reality ... Here it is where the pain is, here they are, tears, prayers in the pillow ... Here it is, the real trouble - you are in the world and you are not next to me. I hug you, but you don’t hear me, you don’t hold my hand. We are on different banks, and between us is a huge raging sea ... Slowly walked along the street. It was snowing. Wet and dirty. Nowhere to go I looked at the mail. Oh, if only your letter were given to me now! And my wish came true!

“My dear, my little God, my big man! Nothing has changed, except for one thing: the longing for you is even more bitter, love for you is even brighter and stronger ... I urge you to become strong, like me! Stop disbelief and doubt! You're good! You are the best! Stop being afraid of life! I received your letters and oh, horror! Accusations - I'm silent! I am silent. I write to you several times a day, I talk to you every minute. I'm looking for myself only for you!"

“Today there was no queue at the post office. I received a bunch of letters and a telegram. I immediately sat down, read it ... It’s very difficult for me to talk to you today - you have to count up to a million, and this will take your whole life.

"Forget it - there will be no letters!" How strange and implausible this text of the telegram sounded. He fell upon me like a reproach, like guilt, like an insult. For what? I tried to understand what state you had to be brought to in order to send such words to your only friend ... I became a random girl who can be casually thrown away. Cornered by circumstances to betrayal ... But you can’t be so weak as to betray not me, but yourself, throw friends out of life for the sake of momentary well-being ... I never forced you to leave your family, become my husband ... I considered our relationship according to other canons. I raised them, I cherished them, I protected them. And no one could be a hindrance to them: no husbands, parents, children, the public.

"Mainly cloudy. Fog from frost. Snow. Cold. Alone. No need. Tired. And I receive your letters - signals about your existence, reports on the days lived without me ... I read, archive and think about how people can mock themselves, create hell for themselves with their own hands. Sorry, hell builder!"

“I still think of you as a precious relic, which is under seven locks, because it is too valuable to use it every day ... Even you yourself are not given it. And the more days that separate us, the deeper my feeling for you, the more hatred for the society surrounding me. Only you, only you, only you. Only with you, only with you! Only for you, only for you, only for you! What a pity you can't help me. Except from you, I don't want to accept an outstretched hand from anyone."

“I liked your last letter, I reread it three times a day. You are cheerful - summer is doing its job. I especially liked the remark that you have not changed at all - it means that you still love me!

"And you are different!" No, my dear, nothing has changed. Just tired, hardened, all frozen in me female essence. We can't be away from each other for that long. When I receive your next letter, there is a crazy idea to drop everything and rush to you immediately. But for this you need your desire, and you are silent!

“Remember, there is me - your friend and desired person, let me not scare you and do not burden my presence in your life. In addition to kindness and warmth, I will not bring you anything. I do not bind you with any bonds, I do not demand anything ... I give you my soul, I love you. Someone said: "Our house is a strange soul." This is about me for you!”

"Voice! I heard him from a distance. There, behind the walls... My heart sank, my breathing became nervous... How many times I heard it in my imagination, how many times I woke up at night from the feeling of your breath, your touch. And my heart was beating loudly too. But this time it's not a hallucination. Eyes to eyes! Inner push! Mutual! So bright that if hugs and kisses followed in front of everyone, gravity would collapse. We would have gone far, far away, to another level of communication. But we had enough looks to start living with each other again ... And words were not needed at all. I lived up to you. We are!"

“With what pain and longing I part with you every time! And from the first meters of our separation begins a new painful, but happy life expectations. How I'm waiting for you! I'm waiting today, after 12 hours. I reread your words on the pages of my notebook, longing, rejoicing that you exist, and waiting endlessly ... It takes so long to get to you, and the planes take you away at breakneck speed. I am flying, and the main surgeon of life - the mind has taken up the amputation of memory.

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Surprised? Now I can finally tell you everything I think and not be afraid at the same time, because you don’t see me, just as you don’t see my feelings. But I will try to tell you as much as possible about them so that you feel what I feel! So that you understand how much I appreciate you and I'm afraid to lose you!

Darling, I hope that you will understand everything that I want to tell you in this letter. It is so strange and pleasant when, waking up in the morning and falling asleep at night, you miss you so much. I will follow you into fire and into water! I will catch your every breath, every smile with all my heart, because I love you very much! I will give you happiness! I can do it, because you are my life! I believe in you, I'm afraid for you, I love you and I know that no matter what, I'll be there! You know, it's so weird when you're not around. The feeling of separation is stronger than me, because it slowly kills me, depriving me of sleep and joy ... The romance that you give me lifts me to heaven, where I want to stay with you forever ...

My most dear, desired, beloved, I just need you to be always with me. If it were in my power, then I would give you the Universe, give you the sky, the moon and the sun. It would be so romantic and you would understand how much I need you. Only once in a lifetime there is such love when you know for sure that it will never pass, it will never end. I know it, do you?

To find each other among the millions of thousands of people passing along the street, and not to lose - this is a great gift and I thank life for it! I will do everything to never lose you! And I am happy, because such love, sincere and real, is given in life only once. I appreciate you very much, my love!

I am writing this letter to you so that you finally understand that we must always be together, we must overcome all obstacles, all situations and be together! It is impossible to drive away our love, it will not forgive us for this, and life without love is not worth a coin. You know this. Say what you know...

Let's give each other love and romance, enjoying every minute spent together. I can't live without you anymore, I can't breathe, I can't exist! My dear, if I could describe all the feelings that love for you gives me, I would do it, but you know that I can’t do it, because only sincerely loving person cannot describe the feeling of love. A feeling worth living for! A feeling to fight for!

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Dear, I am writing you a letter. because I no longer found a way to express all my feelings and emotions. You know very well how long I have been waiting for a man like you, it is you who give me my dreams. I feel so inspired that any angel can envy me. looking at your photo. my heart starts beating faster and faster every minute. My breath is taken away and goosebumps run all over my body. This is Love! I feel that we will be with you together. This is my wish, and I always make it!

Masya, I dream of the day when we will be left alone with you. in the evenings I imagine: how you take me to a wonderful place where everything exists only for the two of us. These hours will be the happiest and most beautiful for us. I want to plunge into your arms, forget about everything in the world and enjoy your presence…….

Favorite. the only one, thank you for having me. Only you can make my life for real happy. I love every cell of yours, every centimeter of your body, every smile, touch, look ... I want you to look at me all my life, with your bottomless eyes! My happiness, my dear, my beloved, you are the most wonderful little man, and wherever you are, whatever you do, let my love warm and protect you!

Hello beloved!

I am writing this letter, and in front of me is your photograph. I never leave her day or night. I just can't live without you for a minute. When I think about you, it seems to me that you are near, I feel your exciting breath, the warmth of your body. Honey, you have no idea what you're doing to me! I live only for you! As long as you are on this earth, I am not afraid of anything, I will overcome everything. Every day I thank God for helping me find you among many people, for our great tender love that will never end - I'm sure of it.

Today I had a dream. Believe it or not, you were in it. You and I walked across a wide field, golden ears parted around us, and in the distance - a large wooden door. At first I was scared: where did the door come from in the middle of the field, and how will we go further? Approaching her, we stopped in confusion. But some unknown force prompted us to bend down and start looking for something on the ground. After a while, our eyes fell on the key. We took it, opened the ill-fated door and walked on, holding hands... You know, it was a good dream. The field is our life, big and interesting, the door is an obstacle that we will overcome together, because we will find a solution to this problem - the key. I sincerely believe in it.

You know, I have a dream. She is very kind, and therefore must come true. I want us to have a real a strong family so that we love each other not only during the honeymoon, but also, the further, the stronger. Let the years only temper us and make us more tender to each other. I want us, my love, to have two children: a girl and a boy. Let them please us and be the meaning of our whole life. Agree, it's so wonderful to look at your children and never cease to be surprised that they are a part of you and me, merged together!

I hope that as you read this letter, you feel the same way about me that you miss me too. You have no idea how I want to run up to you, cling to your strong manly chest, smell your muscular body. My beloved, dear! Believe in the sincerity of my words, because before I could not tell anyone what I say to you. Why? Yes, because I have never loved anyone the way I love you! I am surprised by this, but I can not do anything. And I don't want to! You are the best, you are the most beloved, you are the dearest person for me, for whom I am both in fire and in water! Even to the end of the world!

At the end of my letter, I want to wish the two of us a speedy meeting, which I look forward to like nothing else. Hope it's mutual.

Goodbye My dear. Don't forget to write. I kiss you and love you very much! Your baby.

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Letter to boyfriend from a girl

Hi, Sunbeam my!

Thank you for being with me (all so good and wonderful).

We've been talking about you and Mom all day today. She really likes you, kitty, really! I won't explain why. Let's assume that this is my little secret. I have no more secrets from you, my love, be calm!

I adore you! And don't ask why. Because "adoration" is an analogue of love. They love, as you remember, also for “just like that”, and not for something specific.

You're the best for me. If it were otherwise, I wouldn't be with you right now. I want to tell you something else. Promise you won't cry (I know how sentimental you are). I have always dreamed of finding someone like you. And found! My dream has come true. I don’t even know whom (except God and fate) to thank for this.

I love our evening walks under the light of the moon…. They contain "myriads" of romance. And I completely ignore the rain, which often appears suddenly and just as suddenly “breaks” on us from the “cover” of lush clouds ....

Yesterday was a great rain... You gave me a pretty bouquet of cornflowers. He was so fragile that I feared for his "condition". But we had planned to celebrate the purchase of your shoes the day before, so we were not going home. We arrived at the store. Near which I was waiting for you .... Do you remember what hail went down then? I got wet, but I saved the flowers. They blossomed before our eyes! You then joked: "Where did you get new cornflowers?".

We walked hand in hand and enjoyed the hail. Then they ran to the bus stop, but they didn't make it to the bus. Perhaps the precipitation decided to delay us a little longer.

I remember my childhood.... And the sounds of puddles that “bounced” underfoot seemed like a melody…. I remember every moment. I'm sure you remember everything and you .... I regret only one thing: I did not confess my love to you during periods of such moments! Apparently, she was too carried away by the "city pleasure"!

I corrected myself when we ran into the pizzeria. Fortunately, she was three steps from the bus stop. I ordered two delicious pizzas and a delicious carrot juice. I love you very much! And I am always ready to repeat such words so that they are more and more “fixed” in your memory.

I didn't sleep at night... But I decided not to waste all this “not falling asleep” time on insomnia. I wrote poetry for you. And she didn’t just write, but on the hearts that she cut out! These hearts are now in your mailbox. I really hope that they did not have time to get them out of there (“unkind” and envious people). If you have them there. Suddenly, you won’t find it - don’t be upset: I won’t be lazy and I’ll make new ones! Only others are perfect, because I do not like repetition in creativity.

You ask what to do in return for me .... Buy me a lot - a lot soap bubbles! We'll go to the park (Saturday sometime), ride the rides and blow bubbles to freedom! Let's ask someone to take a picture of us .... I'm already looking forward to this pastime, and you? ..

This is my letter to you, beloved guy. It is a pity that you can not write beautiful words with these bubbles right in the air! And that's what I would do, honestly! They (soapy “beauties”) shimmer so delightfully in the sun that it takes my breath away!

I will always be a child, because I consider childhood the happiest time in the world! I'm thinking…. It would be great if we had known each other since childhood! But you can’t return time and you can’t turn it around, no matter how sad it is. I love you for your understanding of me. Mom says that it is very difficult to understand and endure me. Reveal the secret: how do you manage to be so understanding, my joy? I (personally I) consider myself the same. But…. Not by that much! You, one might say, understand every “particle” of the word that I say, every thought of mine .... You are a psychic? Then teach me your psychic powers! If it's not too difficult for you to do it, of course.

Your look.... I love him too! There is something magical about it. I don't know how else to explain it.... Words, it seems to me, will be completely superfluous here. Tell me what my views mean to you…. Then I'll be able to tell you something too. Pleasant, of course!

Your hands…. I want to feel them constantly on my body! How are you? I agree? Give me the warmth of your hands once again. I want to enjoy your touch again. They have so much warmth, so much romance….

Girlfriends (some) frankly envy me. I don't get mad at them and I understand something. I was lucky like no one else in this world! Know that I'm not going to give you to anyone! I do not idealize you at all and have never “suffered” with idealization. But you will be for me the Sami - the most - the most! Is always!

Remember that laptop I gave you? It's been a long time, and I just remembered that I didn't tell you something.

There is one hidden folder on the desktop that holds a huge surprise for you! Find the folder only when you want to see what I have prepared for you. To be precise…. Pick your mood! For what and why? You can consider that my surprise is filled with magic. I wanted to intrigue you! I am happy, because my dreams are already accustomed to come true. This habit has spread to me personally.

Tonight I want to be by your side…. Come! I've been waiting already. I am waiting for you, like a double rainbow, which I managed to see over the roof of a neighboring house a few years ago .... It was an amazing sight that is impossible to forget, unrealistic.

Are you offended that I compare you with the "heavenly seven-flower"? Thanks if I'm not mistaken! In fact, frankly, you are incomparable. I have never seen such guys anywhere and never met!

I never thought that writing letters to you, my beloved boyfriend, is so great! I get indescribable pleasure when I “decorate” the lines with letters. I really draw every line alphabetically .... I surprise myself! I want to surprise you, although it will be difficult to do it .... I love! Write me, please, at least a message!

Continuation. . .

Make the guy happy!