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Dear Lisa, Where do I begin ? Your exotic beauty bought me to you on the beach that day. When I walked by, you had an aura about you (something I just can't explain). I kept going back to that same beach over and over again hoping I would see you. Finally, I spotted you, propped my chair next to yours, and tried to give you my best game. I was so intrigued by you, that being a single parent of two couldn't scare me away. We spoke every night for a week after that, until we finally went out on a date.
Right now I miss you encouraging words, your hugs, your smile, your lips I even miss your smell. You don't know it, but I have always switched pillows when I went to bed so the last thing I smelled every night was you. I am praying you get well, I long to see you at the beach again. I miss you voice and you cooking. My shirt drawer is set up to accommodate shirts the way you fold clothes, now everything is a mess. I don't know what I would do without you. I can't stand the fact that I have to prepare myself for that possibility. I will tell you that you have made my life complete these last eight years. I hope I have done enough for you so that you would know how much I love you. Everything I do, I do it for you. I wouldn't change a thing about you, you are perfect and I think we are perfect together. Lisa, I long to give you a bear hug and a playful smack on the butt in the kitchen while you are cooking. I miss pestering you in your office when you're on the phone with a client. I miss leaving for work every morning while your're sleeping (I kiss you good-bye and you say. "I love you, drive careful.'') without even waking up. I can't leave in the morning without hearing you say that and I've never even had to ask you to. You are an amazing woman. I love you Lisa, please get better. Love Me XXOO
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