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writes:Just hoping for some critiques of the following love letter before I send it. Thanks.Dear J——-,It didn't take me long to recognize you that night long ago. And just as a rose opens its heart to the world with the encouragement of light and warmth, I was also transformed from something inconsequential into something beautiful and ethereal in your sweet presence. As we talked I quickly came to realize that whatever our souls were made of yours and mine were the same.I became immersed in an intense feeling of reconnection to an essence I had known in various eras and places over countless lifetimes. I was consumed by an overwhelming sense of love, completion and wholeness. I began to realize that our two spirits had finally made it home again. And I experienced the soft, celestial perception of being surrounded by a host of angels whispering in my ear, “She’s here.I wanted to give you every ounce of my soul. Even the pieces that were broken and the parts no one had ever seen. But you just smiled knowingly because my soul had always resided within yours. You already held all the missing pieces and knew that my spirit could be healed just by gazing into your eyes. And for the first time in this life I felt safely held.Since then our bond, like the delicate tensile strength of a silk web in the morning dew, has been tested by nature and circumstance. But it has never broken and never will. For time and distance and physical, earthly barriers have no meaning on our path. We are always together even when we are apart.Thank you for all the joy and pleasure and excitement and happiness and love you have given me since that night long ago.Now, years later, when this life separates us, as it often does, I thank the universe for allowing me to be endlessly reminded of you. Your essence lives inside so many of the sweet, beautiful moments that make up my every day. A gymnast, a figure skater, a dancer…anytime I witness a human body move through space and time with grace, confidence, fluidity and joy I can only think of you. When I gaze upon the unique, delicate petals of an enticing orchid, or the magic of a late summer/early fall sunset when it feels like the earth has stopped revolving and I am filled with stillness and serenity I can only think of you.Even during the simple spiritual practice of ordinary kindness to others I am reminded of the elegance of your divine soul.For a writer nothing is sweeter than agonizing over the perfect word…and then finding it. When found it can cause everything you have been trying to say and every aching feeling you have been trying to convey to finally come in to focus and finally make sense. It can bring great happiness. It can ease the angst and the pain and the doubt and renew your faith in the boundless wonder and beauty of the universe. You cannot own the word or belong to the word but, oh, you can love that word. You can love it with all your heart and soul. You can worship it for its power and its healing and its endless beauty and how it makes our world and our lives so much better and so much more wondrous.When our souls met again I knew I had found the very embodiment of that perfect word. You. And I will always love you with all my heart and soul.Love, Tom
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reader, aunt honesty  +, writes (30 July 2012):
 I think that letter is just simply beautiful and she is a very lucky woman to have someone think of her so fondly. If you want to add a bit more history about you and this woman maybe I could help further.
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