The example of love letter

Sample 1
Dear………….
Before you came into my life, I had given up on ever finding my soul mate; the one person who could set my heart on fire with just one look. I though that was the stuff of silly, dime store romance novels. Was I wrong!!! When you walked into the room that first night, sparks flew. Every time you touched me, brushed up against me, my heart stopped.
I fell in love with you the moment I looked into your eyes, but I was so afraid of letting you in and being hurt again. I’m so glad you didn’t give up. I cannot imagine what my life would be without you. Filling asleep in your arms every night and waking up beside your each morning is how I want to spend the rest of my life. You are my everything… I love you so much. Every day that goes by, every time we make love, I fall deeper and deeper in love with you. I know there will never be anyone else for me, for everyone would pale in comparison to you and what you make me feel. Thank you, sweetheart, for healing my broken heart. Thank you for making me believes in miracles.
All my love forever,
…………….
Sample 2
My dear………..
It has been a long time since my sense has exchanged messages with my brain to write a letter to you. You are present in al the four chambers of my heart and your beautiful voice to keep my ear-drum vibrating like a turning fork. I have grown your favorite roses in my garden so that their smell may keep entering my nasal passage and the beautiful and charming color of their corolla reminds me of you.
The beautiful color of yours iris attracts me like an electron is attracted towards the nucleus but the fear of your father repels me with the same force. Yesterday, your presence in the party made my heart beat at rapid pace. The velocity of my blood increase to abnormal.
Your personality attracts me like a centripetal force but the medulla oblongata of my brain compels me to convert this centripetal force in centrifugal force. I revolve around your house like an electron in its orbit. Whenever I see your father a wave of fear having simple harmonic motion passes through my vertebral column and my heartbeats are reduced to one half of the original. At the moment a love covalent bond exist between us but in future I hope it will change into an Ionic bond.
For every action there is always an equal and opposite reaction. Therefore, I hope you also love me with the same magnitude of the love that I love you with.
In the end, I hope you affection is directly proportional to the product of our love and inversely proportional to the square of your father’s hatred.
Always postulating.
………….
Sample 3
Dear……….
I love you since you come in to my life. I look forward to each day and night just to get a glimpse of yours. You have touched me deeply like on one else. The feelings are so very difficult to express, if you could only understand my condition. Today I have gathered the guts to put forth my love before you whether you accept it or not. My love for you will only rise. Please don’t get me wrong. I just wanted you to know how I feel about you.

My Love Letter to My Close Friend

Here is something something I wrote to my close friend, Susanne Osborne. We're 4.5 years into an intentional friendship. Susanne holds a special, special place in my heart. I love the healthy intimacy between us. It has grown immensely.
I have also come to see Susanne as an incredible leader on the front of the cross-gender friendship movement. Most of my readers would not know that. But behind the scenes, she's been amazing. Susanne was at the last Sacred Friendship Gathering. Jim Henderson interviewed her with me along with Jennifer Ould.
We need more men and women who can enter into the fullness of non-romantic intimacy like Sus and I have. There can be so much deep and vibrant beauty in non-romantic intimacy. Sus has been single for most of our relationship but she's now engaged to Jeff Calhoun. I love, love, love, the wholeheartedness Susanne has nurtured with my wholeheartedness in friendship. She's never made me feel like my friendship with her is something like a step to something greater that she's waiting for (romance/marriage). She has always received me and cherished me as a friend and as our intimacy grew she has verbalized how much she cherishes our friendship.
Sus, the more deeper I've come to know you, the more I see this amazing integration of strength and tenderness in you. To experience such an embodied blend of your deep strength and tenderness in our friendship is to taste the profound beauty and goodness of God. From early on in our growing intentional friendship, I've seen these qualities in you come forth in the midst of mutual transparency, vulnerability, and growing trust.

You can attest to the fact that I've already told you in recent days I've been in AWE of your amazing strength and tenderness in leadership behind the scenes to the extent I asked myself: "Who is this superwoman I've befriended?" 
There have been a number of things that have come into play between us that have forged such a deep sweetness and trust between us in our friendship. But your amazing combination of strength and tenderness in the appropriate levels of relationship are extraordinary. Your strength and tenderness were apparent early in our friendship and I was like, "Wow! She's something special."

But what I continued to discover was that these were not just superficial masks to cover up something else. The more deeper we went into friendship, the more I saw these amazing qualities in you come forth. And now, where we are in this season of chaos for me, your strength and tenderness are off the charts.

There is this wholeheartedness in you to be deeply present with your friends and to live life in the fullest in the front of that particular friend(s).
I've seen it in you so much;  it's been one of the most attractive, life-giving qualities that makes me so drawn to you. Even when you are tired and exhausted, this wholeheartedness to be present is always noticeable, real, authentic, and life-giving.

Everything I've come to believe about the goodness, faithfulness, wholeheartedness and wild Beauty in friendship, I've experienced it in you.

Love,
Dan
Dear Mama Little
I wish I could crawl into your arms and tell you how much I love you. Instead I am here in Mumbai, eating peanuts on my couch writing to you as you seem to ignore my calls. It is okay you are ignoring me. I know exactly where you are. You are sitting in church, like every Sunday, being the wonderful example of a woman with a servants heart.
I would not be here without your love, as I look across my room and see your care package you sent me. I promise I will go to the American consulate this week for your gift. I’m a horrible daughter for not doing this sooner. I could give an excuse but let’s leave it at, “If I did what you asked, wouldn’t that take the fun out of asking me 100 times if I went to the consulate?”. I am smirking in that sneaky way I inherited from you. Besides, this is what moms do. They ask. Then they ask again. Even if I had gone, you would still be asking me if I went, then tell me how to do it properly because you know best. And it’s true. You know best. I’m still in training.
Look at this photo of you. You are beautiful. Me? I probably woke up five minutes before this photo was taken. No makeup, not a care in the world, trying to pretend I’m a punk wearing leather when it’s freezing cold outside. You were crying, and this is still how perfect you look. I am so immensely blessed to have your love and support while I am here in India. Thank you.
Thank you for loving me despite the fact I am constantly sick, never organized, and constantly whining. Thank you for caring when I don’t care. Thank you for taking care of Dad, all of these years. Thank you my oil and gas was always full. Thank you for making sure I do all the things I don’t want to. Thank you for teaching me how to write checks, and thank you notes. Thank you for teaching me how to wear pearls and be a woman of God. Thank you for yelling at me everytime I curse. Thank you for somehow passing off parts of my identity that don’t quite make sense, like the fact I make up my own words, can’t pronounce anything that’s foreign, and that I speak six languages even though I really don’t. These are your pearls of wisdom that will stay with me forever.
Please remember how much you are loved by me even though I am far, far away. Sometimes I wonder when I have been gone so many years from home why you continue to love me. Who is this girl? This random person who shows up for holidays and constantly is asking for help? You have every right to lock me out like a bad boyfriend who doesn’t call or write. But instead, you know you are in me. You made me. Locking me out of the house is locking yourself out. We will forever be connected, and that is the wonderful gift God gave to me by making me your daughter.
I am sorry I want to stay in India for a long time. India is not Cathy’s Castle. There are no vacation artifacts lining the walls, or powdered milk that I hate here. There are new things to hate. And they aren’t endearing like the things at home that drive me insane, like how you buy candles and never burn them. But I think of how my mom, and it is like you are here with me, by my side, knowing that this is where I need to be. This is somehow in the master life plan. That sometimes we have to say goodbye to those we love the most when we are far away.
Your Daughter
Erin