Since I was a kid I have enjoyed reading.
I believe it is a great activity against stress, it also improves your imagination and makes you brighter and smarter.
Source: mydearvalentine.com
Now, at twenty five years old I can say that I have read many interesting books and I still do that. I have also begin to write some stories of my own, romantic novels, and I have met my husband by writing too. We began to talk by letters, by a mistake. Our love story is worth telling and now I am putting it into a book, which I hope to be a best seller. I think that a lot of emotion can be sent through writing, and I am using it to impress people and to make them feel real and strong feelings. I am a lucky woman because I have encountered this gift and I intend to make the most of it! As I was saying, I met my husband in a very particular way, three years ago, and I want you to be the first to find out how it was…
I was at the country side, visiting some relatives. I like going there because it is more silence , fresh air and places to visit. I live in an apartment, and it is my treat to spend some summer days in the yard, surrounded by trees, flowers and nature. I also adore to eat fresh fruits from the garden and to swing in the hammock and watch the sunset. I also love the fact that there the traditions are kept , the mail man comes and put the letters or other stuff in the mail box, he throws the paper In the yard. In the market everything is fresh and good, it is a wonderful experience to go and buy healthy products from there. So, there was a hot day of July when my aunt received a letter in the mail box. I heard the postman calling and I was the only one at home so I went to pick up the letters. There was one of them that caught my attention in particularly, but it came to my aunt by mistake, the address was different, it had to arrive at another house on the same street. The odd thing was that the envelope was opened and I know that I did something wrong, but something made me be so curious and it was like I was drowned to the letter, so I read it. It was from a young man – he said he just finished the studies, to his grandmother. The way the letter was written was so lovely, that I was impressed and it even made me cry, because it was said there that his grandmother was very sick. I went to the granny’s house to give her the letter, but nobody was home and a neighbor told me that she passed away. I was in shock and I asked if there was anybody else to which I could have gave the letter, but there was only her. So, I decided to respond to Paul, that is my husband’s name, and explain him. It was a little bit awkward since I was a stranger, but that was the only way. He was gone in a mission with the army, he was a navy soldier. The cute part was that, by a mistake and a tragic event, two strangers began to talk and something happened between us while we were writing to each other, something nice, we began to talk very much and we were exchanging letters very often. He told me that he was going to come at the country side soon, to pick his grandmother’s stuff, and I waited for him to meet him. His way of putting words on the paper made me fell for him. We were the same age and we shared a lot in common. So, the day when we had to meet arrived. I was nervous and curious how my “writer” was looking. We met in front of his grandma’s house and I was very happy to see that he was so gorgeous and his smile was brighter than the sun. He was tall and strong, a real soldier. We shook hands and we shared a laugh and he thanked me again for my help with his grandma. He invited me to dinner that evening, to a traditional restaurant nearby. I dressed in a light dress with a pair of rose shoes and I let my hair on my back. He was wearing a light , white shirt and brown pants. We ate the incredible food, and from time to time he was touching my hand. At some point, a lady with roses passed near our table and he bought me a white rose and I felt so good. The live band began to sing a love song and he invited me to dance. I accepted and we went in the middle of the stage.
– You smell so good and I just love your skin, is tanned and soft! I hope you don’t think is strange, I don’t want to embarrass you, but I like you. I grew fond on you from our letters. Your manner of writing conquered my heart.
– Thank you so much for your compliments, Paul! The feeling is mutual. I kinda fell in love with you also from our letters! You are not bad at writing too!
We smiled and we danced, and I put my head to his chest, smelling his aquatic perfume and hearing his heart beating. I believe this is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world and a warm feeling, to hug the person you love. When the song finished, he said that he has a surprise for me, but I must trust him. He put a scarf on my eyes not to see anything and he said to follow him. We got into his car and he drove for a few good minutes, and he told me that we arrived. He helped me to get out of the car and he took off the scarf. When I opened my eyes, we were on the top of a hill from where the whole village could be seen, it was a night with a clear sky and by the horizon there were still visible some red spots of the sunlight. He took a blanket and we sat down on it. The atmosphere was so romantic, he took my hand and caressed it and he touched my hair. Then we kissed, the most sensual french kiss of my life, in that moment I knew that I was going to marry that man. It never happened to me to make love on the first date, but I was having the feeling that we were knowing each other since forever, so it came naturally. We made sweet love in open air, fully naked under the moonlight. When he was on top of me, moving slowly, I was watching the stars on the clear sky, I was like in a some sort of a hypnosis, my head was dizzy and I had orgasm after orgasm. When we switched positions and I was on top of him, I curved my back, he was squeezing my breasts, and I was riding him faster and faster, screaming in the wild nature, without even care if someone would have heard us. That was the greatest sex I have ever had in my life.
Now we are married for two years, our relationship evolved pretty fast, but I don’t regret anything. He is the love of my life and I knew it from the first moment. He proposed me on the same place we did love for the first time, on that hill, and I named it “Dear, Paul” like in our letters.
