r/LoveLetters

Lay me in lavender.
Polish me in periwinkle. 💜

Woo me with wisteria.
Drown me in sangria.

Intrigue me in indigo.
Hold me in heliotrope.

Marry me in magenta. 💍

Our love is like a lavender field,
Where fragrant mists arise—
An ancient sweetness on the breeze—
A prayer beneath the skies.

The wind arrives to comb the crest
Of purple waves that never rest.
They ripple, dance, and softly gleam,
Like waking from a summer dream.

Stay with me here...
and thank me in thistle,
as we watch the lavender dance
and paint our love purple! 💜✨

You are beautiful, love.

Not just your face, not just the way you looked that day, but the quiet parts of you too. Your gentleness. Your care. The way you carry yourself like you don’t even know how much light you give off.

Our situation is not perfect. Maybe that’s what makes it ache so much. I can feel something between us, but I can also feel the wall we cannot cross.

I finally found the courage to tell you one small thing I had been holding in, and your reaction stayed with me. It told me that maybe I’m not the only one who feels the softness here.

I don’t want to be selfish. I just wish I could love you in a world where it didn’t hurt anybody.
For now, maybe I’m only meant to remind you that you are seen. That you are beautiful. That someone notices the little things.

And maybe you’re meant to remind me that my heart can still be brave, even when it has to be quiet.

B,

I spend more time than I should wondering whether you feel the same way about me as I do about you. I wonder whether you think about me even half as much as I do you. I wonder if you'll ever tell me if you do, if you'll ever be brave enough to say the words that seem like they're so close to being said.

And I wonder whether you think about these things too. Whether you're wondering if I'll be the brave one or whether I think about you.

I wonder whether we'll spend our lives in silent heartache because neither of us could bear the risk.

I wonder whether it's better to have what we do now, with my heart filled with this aching yearning, or to be brave and yet wrong about it all and lose you entirely.

I wonder if I'll survive you intact either way...

Your A

You won’t hear from me in the real world. I meant what I said. I won’t reach out to you. I can’t. So if you find yourself missing my words, you’ll find me here. I need a space for this love to go, I need a space for it to be heard. Random strangers on the internet will have to do.

I woke up today with a dull ache in my chest. A hollowness so vast and empty that not even an echo could be found. There is a heaviness on me, like a weighted blanket that’s somehow too enticing to take off. My heart welcomes it…a weary surrender at best. As if I had any other choice.

I told you I loved you, and in that same breathe I told you goodbye. My love for you cannot exist in this universe.

Should not.

Can not.

And yet, it does.

I know you don’t believe me. Infatuation. Limerence… “the grass is greener”. Whatever way you’d like to explain away my fascination with you.

I want it to be that, too. And for a time, maybe it was.

But love often shows up unannounced. Uninvited. She is the morning glory in the garden that gently weaves through every crevice. To remove her would cause too much damage, so I let her stay.

If I choose to let you stay in my heart, will you be there forever?

I heard you when you said “I love you, too.”

I compare every1 i meet to you. I imagine what u would say to me if u knew I was trying to meet someone new. U were always so jealous of any1 i got close with. Always jumping to conclusions or asking crazy questions about situations. I often wondered why the fuck you even cared so much. Its not like you were single yourself. I often wonder why no one I meet compares to you, the person I have never touched or been touched by physically. How do u have such a hold of me? I want you. I cant pretend that u dont matter to me because you do and always will. I know you are not ready to hear this all yet but I cant hold it inside very much longer.

I want you to feel the love I have for you. Please communicate to me how I can show you, give you and make you feel it.

You are the only exception.

I can sacrifice.

You have to tell me what your needs are.

Overdue. Wonderful.

Day in bed, doing nothing.

My face is healing, but…

Jaw still hurting.

Anyway, I’m sorry.

Shits probably in my head.

I’m a little loco. My love.

I don’t think you’re that

Fickle. I mean. C’mon.

The evidence doesn’t lie.

I messed up my app with Ai.

A lot bummed. And anyway,

My brain did a few things.

So, I’m sorry my love.

And goodnight.

It’s a funny sensation: how every time you say the word, in relation to you and me…

In my chest, in my heart, it’s simultaneously both a warm soft glow, and an icy cold dagger

Friends

I don’t mourn the fact that friends is “all” we will ever be, by the way

It’s not lesser, it’s not insufficient; not a consolation prize, in the least — not the kind of friendship we have, anyway

What I mourn sometimes is the fact that we won’t ever have the possibility to even try out anything else

Because, wouldn’t it be fun?

Imagine, just to try… just once…

I just want to be curled up on the couch with you watching one of your favorite f#*%ed up movies. In the dark. Some popcorn. Just completely relaxed in the moment enjoying just being with you. Mmm maybe one of these days. Just say the word.

As I sit with the sunlight so near
And with thoughts of you by my side

I can't help but feel you

Some time has passed
And I feel blessed for the feeling, that is so real and so sweet
and
Can never be duplicated

You are
as beautiful and free flying as a butterfly,
and
as calming and as magnificent as the mist that rolls down the
mountains…

You say so little at times, but that, speak volumes
As you have trouble admitting how deep this truly goes,
And how you feel all the beauty that bleeds
from one of us
to the other

I am here, just like that lighthouse cutting thru the fog,
And I see you steering straight to me,
The me that is patiently
awaiting the storm...

Do you see me?

Can you feel me?

Tell,
Tell,
And all….

Will you?
Will you open up?
Will you share those things you've been afraid to say?
Will you tell me, even if it shakes me to my foundation?

A foundation that is anchored through to and locked
within your eyes, so lucid,
That I can almost see
your words

Again, I am here...

Are you ready?

Let’s feel it all...
Every emotion
Every sensation
Every word we have ever said to each other

And with all of this, we can create that melody that will be
exquisitely ours...

And even when our breaths are gone
And even when our bodies are dust and are carried by the wind

Our spirit and that melody we created, will never belong
To another living or non-living soul

So when we make it,
It will be forever ours,
And it will live and die with us, my baby...

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It is important to me. That you sleep, eat, hydrate.

When I "disappear" I am washing my face, applying salves to keep me young. Brushing teeth, getting water, flossing and crashing. I need my sleep. It is also important for you. I care about you, I love you. I can't wait to take care of you. And I will.... ❤❤️‍🔥

I have had such a hard time admitting the truth to myself: that I am nothing to you, scarcely even a friend, and that I have built you into a symbol of a life not chosen. I have been unhappy for so long and so I looked forward to seeing your craggy face and hearing your bark of a laugh at conferences. I felt a strange devotion to you, and a kinship to your vulnerability masked by jokes.

When I was younger, it used to feel like I had a magical elixir that could make a crush fall for me if I just touched his arm the right way or flirted enough. But, I think the magic I imagined was just youth and maybe a promise of sex that seemed more exciting to a proposed paramour when I was 27 than it does now that I am 47. But 47 remains all desire and a deep need to make out with you in a secret garden or hold your buttery hand in the movie theater. Your feelings are opaque to me and maybe it is all for the best. I was looking forward to seeing you, maybe to touching you, and you seem to have retreated from me entirely. Time for me to romance myself instead, I guess; how boring, but true to form it is for both of us.

Didn’t think it was this dirty in the world man, but I am dirty dan. I try to help but, I’m a complete fool to some, a criminal to others, a crazy guy to many.

Im okay with however people think of me because I know I’m gaining confidence, trying my best, even though Im dirty man. But man oh man. I think none of that even really matters, you threw a wrench in my plans, and to God, I’m so thankful man. Man oh man, I feel like a bad man. Many man trying to put their 2 cents into my ATM but ATP I don’t really care, they might just be fans. Trying to blow me over but can’t even stand on the 2 cents they gave me, I thought my knees were weak, but man oh man they sure are.

My wrench, you fixed more than you planned, you made me a better man and now I don’t feel so dirty…
Im not trying to be flirty (yes I am), but I think I can handle your plumbing for now on if you let me, ouuuu man I don’t think I can stand. You make me feel like a boy in school that got told to stand, but had to readjust his pants. I don’t look at any other women, tbh I don’t see any other women, but man oh man you are all the woman I ever needed, so thank you for throwing a wrench in my plans.

You make me feel like Dirty Dan, you’re giving me so much confidence ma’am. Here ill show you right here:

🗣️I LOVE YOU, NO TAKE BACKS!

This sure was not apart of my plans, and I thank God that my original plan sucked because you have me happy right where I am. Let’s keep getting closer and closer because I want to love you where ever you are and where ever I am. Never felt this kind of love before, I feel like Dirty Dan.

I am not a writer, at least not in the past 20 years. I am a reader mostly; I love to learn things, a good friend to have with you on trivia night.

I have a nickname for you, so my mate and I can talk about you in school, and no one understands, it usually involves other parts of our language for extra inexactness. She is everything I once was. I recognize myself in her at that age, she has never met a stranger and doesn't hold back, not afraid to cry, so intelligent and also conditioned to perform (early life). Love her so much.

So, I want to say...this is not because you are very scary, it is not because you are not attractive (smoke show) and has nothing to with your internal feelings.

BEETLEJUICE. When you want to see him? Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice.

Because you want him to come around. So, you can see him, hear him. In this case it is not for requests or devil deals. It was just wanting to witness you. The rest of the day would be easier.

And all of the other parts of all the days, I have loved you from afar.

Never had a man besides my dad and older brothers read me a bed time story before.

I didn't even ask you just basically said "I'm going to read your sleepy ass a story".

I think that's one of the sweetest things someone has ever done for me.

I know that's such a small thing but it meant so much to me.

Listening to your deep voice is now my personal bed time routine.

"You need to get some sleep"

Hush up but keep talking..

I need it to fall asleep.

"I look forward to your morning texts"

I love that.

Doesn't matter how long we talk we both still want more and more of eachother.

Everything is brighter and you just make me feel better in general.

We have so much in common that when we don't it's almost a relief because it gets a bit creepy how much we're similar.

Never met someone who fits me so well and it's not just me connecting dots that probably don't exist.

You confirm my feelings everyday and it's starting to feel more natural as the time goes on.

I'm not used to being told the way I make people feel so it's been an adjustment.

I love how open and honest you are with me and I'm glad you let me do the same.

We haven't talked about everything but we're taking it a day and a million questions at a time.

I love it.

I love you.

Some people may be judging from the outside but if they were in our shoes they'd understand that finding a connection like this is too rare to pass up.

I've personally never had a man treat me this way before.

I think I'm having some kind of sick dream then I wake up and you're still here wanting me and it shocks me every time.

I've told you a lot and you're still like "alright what else?".

It's wild.

I fall more for you every day.

You make me laugh and smile so hard my face hurts.

When things take a spicy turn you get my heart pounding and my mind racing just thinking of your touch or kiss.

You're so far from me but those few times on the phone I've never felt so close to someone like that.

(Lady's...call that man and let him listen.. trust me)

(Gentleman...don't just listen... encourage.. trust me)

(Everyone in between... just do the thing...trust me)

My face was tingling and I couldn't feel my lips for almost an hour.

We've talked about more then just sex and it's refreshing not feeling like that's the only thing you're thinking about when we talk.

Sure..we both think about it a lot but mostly I think we're just clicking so much it's hard not to think about how great we'd be together.

Honestly I think we're both more excited to just sleep next to eachother then anything.

Cuddle and talk about random shit with eachother.

I want your arms around me right now honestly.

Every picture you send me has me in a choke hold.

You're too sexy.

Too fine.

Too handsome I fear I'm the ugly one in this relationship.

Even though you tell me how attractive you think I am I'm just thinking in my head "it's a good thing you're obviously blind or I'd be screwed".

Then you say things like "if I get dementia or schizophrenia... I'd want to see you 24/7" and I'm like whoa...tell me more..

You're too much for my nervous system to handle sometimes.

You seem to always have something sweet or a bit crazy to say to leave me speechless and I love it so much.

I'll take your crazy any day.

Everyday you're coming back for more of mine so I feel like it's a healthy way of being unhinged with eachother.

We'd be so boring if we tried to keep everything in the lines or toned it down for others comfort.

You are my comfort at this point and waking up to you telling me sweet unhinged thoughts is becoming a love language for me.

Our song tag is also a huge reason why I'm obsessed with you.

You're like me in all the best ways but somehow even better.

I could write about you all day but ill save some for my next letter.

I love you.

💜

your on my mind all day from the moment I open my eyes, every hour of the day up until the very last seconds before sleep and even in my dreams. your always being Wild my love.

^((forever and always). 'P's I hope my dreams come true)

I got attached so fast, because in so little time I got so comfortable with you. I felt a spark , after being numb for so long.

You hide behind aliases,
different genders,
different ages,
different locations,
different time zones...

Then ask why nothing changes.

At this point, I'm not sure I'm talking to a person
or an international witness protection program.

You keep changing the username,
the profile,
the backstory,
and the time zone...

Meanwhile, reality is over here like,

"I'm still waiting for the real you to log in."

You can't keep changing the GPS coordinates
and expect your life to magically reroute.

Maybe the plot twist isn't another alias.

Maybe it's just showing up as yourself.

I know I have to let you go, baby,
but can I hold your hand for just one more time?
I want to feel the warmth of your palm, the lines
that used to trace the map of our forever.
I want to memorize how perfectly your fingers fit between mine,
a final anchor before the tide pulls us apart,
reminding me that for a little while,
we held the whole world in our grip.

I know I have to let you go, baby,
but can I hug you for one last time?
Let me hold you until our heartbeats intertwine
and beat as one for just a single moment more.
I want to press myself against the truth of you,
to feel the steady rhythm that used to mean home,
pretending the world isn't fracturing beneath our feet
as our chests rise and fall together, one last time.

I know I have to let you go, baby,
but can I smell you for one last time?
I need to breathe in the familiar scent of you-
that beautiful, quiet blend of hope, safety, and pure happiness.
It’s the fragrance of a life we built but cannot keep,
and I want it to fill my lungs so deeply
that it lingers in my bones long after you’re gone,
a phantom warmth against the coming cold.

I know I have to let you go, baby,
but can I listen to your voice for one last time?
Just say my name, low and soft, the way only you can.
Speak to me and calm this racing heart of mine,
let the sound of your words heal the broken things inside
even as we tear the fabric of us apart.
I need to store the melody of your laughter in my mind,
a lullaby for the quiet, empty nights ahead.

I know I have to let you go, baby,
but can I look into your eyes for one last time?
Let me drown in the deep, familiar oceans of your gaze,
where we never needed words to understand each other.
I want to see the love that still lives there,
even through the mist of our shared tears,
so I can carry the truest version of us in my memory-
unbroken, beautiful, and fiercely ours.

I know I have to let you go, baby.
I understand that the road ends here, and I am letting go.
My hands are dropping to my sides. My arms are empty.
But as I turn to walk away into the quiet,
the absolute worst part of this love is knowing
that if you called out to me right now,
if you asked for just one more time,
I would shatter my own soul into pieces,
and turn back to you in a heartbeat.

Message received.

Well... this is awkward. Sometimes kindness is harder to forget than cruelty. Thank you for choosing class when you could have chosen otherwise.