The One About A Love Letter

February 14, 2005

hey baby,

i love you.
you're so sexy when you blush. but i guess you're always "blushing" aren't you? you're just the sweetest thing.

we've been together for what? 10 years now?
it's been 10 awesome years, babe. you've been with me through thick and thin, wind and rain, sickness and health, all those things. i know, we should just go ahead and get married. i mean, it's not like we're looking for other people. and our bond is unbreakable. i have no doubt that we'll be together until we're both too old to go anymore.

i know, honey, i know. it's not practical for us to get married right now.

god i love you. you make me feel so, so, so free. i can totally be myself when i'm with you. you've never judged me, even when i had blue hair and was scream/singing the lyrics to that old Jackson 5 song...you acted like it was completely normal. and i guess for me, it is normal. and i love you for accepting me.

i feel like the luckiest girl in the world 'cos i have you.

it makes me so happy when you're happy, and when you're not feeling well, i'm not feeling well. i hate it when you're sick, honey. my world stops.
no really. it does.
and i'm completely miserable without you.

can you believe it's been 10 years? i know! but guess what? i still think you're sexy. and when we go places? you're sexiness makes me more sexy. i love that about you. you share your sexiness.

i love you.

you're blushing aren't you? heh.

i love your body. it's classic. and when i bathed you this weekend? oh yeah. i love you when you're clean.
you sparkle.

oh, and sorry about not filling up your tires sooner.

i love you, my red jeep.

next week's epitomb: jaimie writes an 'R' rated letter to her books.

jaimie "i love lamp" pickle