Gas bills, fliers for the Indian take
away around the corner and a note from Foxtons, reminding you that there are
plenty of people who’d like to buy your house. One of the great things about
Christmas is that the humdrum of your doormat’s contents is broken up with the
odd Christmas card from a distant friend or relative – even if their seasonal
greetings serve mostly as a reminder that you forgot to include them on your
card list this year. Cue a rush to the post office.
What wouldn’t you give to find among the
pile destined for the recycle bin a little love note from someone special,
extolling your virtues and laying bare their undying love?
A love email or text just doesn’t have
the same ring to it, so why not put pen to paper and surprise a friend or relative
with words that will touch their heart this Christmas. For inspiration, we’ve
gathered some of the most powerful love letters we’ve ever come across. Each,
in their own unique way, reflects not just on the depth of love between the
couple in question, but also what it really means to love, in all its brutal,
wonderful, joyous, heartbreaking agony. Tissues at the ready…
My darling (my still) My husband,
I wish I could tell you of my love for you, of my fear, my delight, my pure animal pleasure of you — (with you) — my jealousy, my pride, my anger at you, at times. Most of all my love for you, and whatever love you can dole out to me — I wish I could write about it but I can’t. I can only 'boil and bubble' inside and hope you understand how I really feel.
Anyway I lust thee,
Your (still) Wife.
P.S. O’Love, let us never take each other for granted again!
P.P.S. How about that — 10 years!!
Often as I lie awake I wonder if you are also lying awake. Are you in pain or feeling alone? You drew me from the darkest period of my young life, sharing with me the sacred mystery of what it is to be an artist. I learned to see through you and never compose a line or draw a curve that does not come from the knowledge I derived in our precious time together. Your work, coming from a fluid source, can be traced to the naked song of your youth. You spoke then of holding hands with God. Remember, through everything, you have always held that hand, grip it hard, Robert, and don’t let go.
The other afternoon, when you fell asleep on my shoulder, I drifted off, too. But before I did, it occurred to me looking around at all of your things and your work and going through years of work in my mind, that of all your work, you are still your most beautiful. The most beautiful work of all.
On turning over in my mind the contents of your last letters, I have put myself into great agony, not knowing how to interpret them, whether to my disadvantage, as you show in some places, or to my advantage, as I understand them in some others, beseeching you earnestly to let me know expressly your whole mind as to the love between us two. It is absolutely necessary for me to obtain this answer, having been for above a whole year stricken with the dart of love, and not yet sure whether I shall fail of finding a place in your heart and affection.
Written by the hand of him who would willingly remain yours.