A link-up of love letters to anyone – or anything, for that matter. Also linking up with Mama Kat’s pretty much world- famous writer’s workshop and answering the prompt: Write a love letter to the object of your affection.
Someone recently asked me what is the one material item that I can’t live without – and – you were it. I don’t have a favorite purse or the snazzy reliable pair of heels that I wear everyday. Instead, I carry you around with me wherever I go.
The more time I spent thinking about it, the more I realized that you’ve really been there through everything in my life. May I remind you?
I’m palms-sweaty, nerve-wracking giddyish, and you stay cool, calm bubblegum during the first kiss.
I’m snot-nosed, red-faced and wind-smacked and you’re mint dancing on my ski bunny lips.
I’m a Love Actually viewer, tissue box clutcher, tear-stained cheeks. You’re my soothing relief.
I’m tan-legged, ripped jeans; country music playing in his truck. You insist on making smooth vanilla moves on him.
I’m sleepy-eyed, coffee is brewing, bacon frying in the pan. You wake me up.
I’m an 18-year-old at heart; wildflowers in my hair. You’re the smell of honey buzzing in the air.
I’m the interviewee, new job stress. You’re my confidence.
I’m jet-setting, big city dreams and you’re the Dr. Pepper of my teenage past.
I’m red high heels messiness; little black dress. You’re my finishing touch.
You’re the reminder of my fun and flirty girlish ways.
Of every age.
“There’s a wild, wild whisper blowing in the wind. Calling out my name like a long-lost friend. ” ~Lady Antebellum