Two Lovers On a Day of Amore

My Sweet Romantic Sir,

I love them. Thank you so much. You know my style; you know me.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Sir. I love you.

Always yours,


Sir and Darling


My Dear Darling

I very much love you and the pleasure is all mine.

Happy Valentine’s Day to you too.

Thinking of you from 12,000 kilometres away.

You Will Always Be My Darling

From Sir With Love

©2014 Darling and Sir


Package from America

My Sartorial Darling

You were very kind to me all those years ago and sent me a package. I of course was thrilled. We hadn’t yet met but I knew it to be more than just a token of your love.

I remember it arriving. I had to wait several days before I could attend the post office to collect it. The collection card sat like a siren on my desk, calling me. I could not yet answer. I had to wait. Have I mentioned I don’t like waiting? This from the guy who has waited 15 years for you to find me again.

Now the package had a number of mementos contained within. You sent me an Eric Cartman shot glass mentioned in an earlier letter. You sent me some Altoids, to feed my ever growing addiction and you sent me a jacket. I have touched on it briefly before, but that jacket tormented me so. I’ll say it again, cringing as I do, it just didn’t fit.

I know you already know this. That being said I feel it is deserving of amelioration. Your motives for sending it were pure. We had spoken at length about my wardrobe and how I wore a suit to work every day. You asked me about my casual attire, and I fear you found it much too conservative for your tastes. I told you I owned a tweed jacket, a blue single breasted sports coat and a blue double breasted blazer. You asked me about more casual jackets to which I sheepishly replied that in that category I owned nada.

You had your mission. A casual coat/jacket was required and you no doubt set out to right this grievous wrong. I envisage that you garnered my measurements through some subterfuge carefully woven into our daily conversation. You then set about finding me said garment. It arrived smothered in love. I tried it on and alas it was a snug fit. Sadly it was also not quite lengthy enough for my somewhat elongated frame. I was vexed.

I left it out on my bed and came back and tried it on again; this time taking the time to examine myself in the mirror. There was no way this was going to work. I put it on a hanger and placed it in my wardrobe. Over the next few days and weeks I tried it on repeatedly, sadly all to no avail. It was not going to fit any better regardless of my repeated attempts to model it.

I finally gave up and lied to you about its suitability. I felt terrible doing it, but I would have felt worse allowing you to think you had expended all your energies and your hard earned money on this endeavour.

I still don’t own a casual jacket, but I have forsworn the blue double breasted blazer. I looked too much like some tin pot Admiral who thought he was Lord of the High Seas. I think it is time I invested in more casual outerwear. You should come over and we’ll go shopping.

Stylistically Yours

From Sir With Love


My Dear Fabricating Sir,

The only thing I remember about the jacket was the color – blue. Oh, that and I went without sustenance for a week in order to purchase it for you.  Of course I am kidding, but it made me giggle. I do remember I was excited to send it to you.

I am certain I did not realize how tall or broad shouldered you were when I bought it for you. Plus I think there is a major difference between Australian and American sizes. Looking back the jacket would have been more suitable for a smaller, shorter man; that’s the risk I took in buying clothes for someone I had not yet seen in person.

I laughed at the image of you returning numerous times to try on the jacket in hopes that it had magically expanded in length and width to fit. I am sorry it was a source of exasperation for you.

I do recall asking you about the jacket when I was with you. You hated to confess your crimes of fashion to me. You didn’t want to hurt my feelings. That was sweet. I was devastated that it didn’t fit you though. I learned my lesson; hence the shirt that I sent you for Christmas fit you perfectly.

I believe you told me that you gave it to the Goodwill or someplace like that. I don’t think you knew the art of re-gifting back then.

Honestly yours,


©2014 Darling and Sir

A Gift of Love

My Dear Sincere Sir,

You are currently in the land of Nod, and that warms my heart. I could not let this opportunity pass me by though; I needed to express my thanks to you. I apologize ahead of time for posting my second letter sans your reply. You still have the option to respond of course (when you wake), but that will be up to you.

As you know, yesterday I went to my mailbox to discover a package from you. I saw your handwriting on the parcel and that brought back a myriad of memories and feelings in itself. The mail person had wedged the package in tight, and I struggled to remove it. Finally a neighbor offered his assistance, and after considerable exertion he was able to extract it from that blasted box. I was worried that whatever was in the package was damaged; alas, it survived admirably. All is well.

My heart was full as I carefully unwrapped the package, because I knew that you had touched and handled it. I took a few moments just to let that sink in – Sir has touched this.

Upon opening the parcel, my hands shook when I saw what it was. I read your card, and I was overcome with emotion. When you wrote, “To my DarlingI think we can do better than a spiral bound notebook” it made me laugh then cry. You know how much I write. You remembered that I have copious notebooks filled with my writing. You have always been so thoughtful and thorough. I am deeply touched.

The leather journal is absolutely exquisite. The handmade pages are beautiful, and I am terrified of writing in it (I can hear your reprimand). My first thought was I needed an old-fashioned quill with a bottle of ink to use to write in it, but we both know I would ruin it and get ink all over it and myself. I will find the perfect writing tool. I am not ashamed to admit that I hugged it to my chest for some time while I breathed in the smell of the leather and pages.

I love you so much. I thank you with all my heart.

Always and truly yours,


©2013 Darling and Sir

Sir's gift to Darling. Christmas 2013

Sir’s gift to Darling. Christmas 2013

Musical Dressing Gown

My Loving Sir,

I mentioned briefly in a previous response the musical dressing gown that you gifted me. I don’t remember the particulars of why you gave it to me, but I do remember you saying that you had a robe that you thought would look fabulous on me. When I tried to give it back, you insisted that I keep it. I think you just liked seeing me in it. Or perhaps you just liked seeing it in a heap on the floor?

The colors in the robe are vibrant and it’s covered in musical instruments – which are totally you. As we’ve stated, music is a common bond that we share, even though you are much more talented in that area. I love the music in you.

I have kept that beautiful robe all this time, though I must confess that for years I hid it away stuffed in a drawer and out of sight. It was just too much of a painful reminder of you – of us. A few years ago, I rescued your dressing gown from its keeping place and it once again holds a position of honor in my closet. I sent you a picture of it recently. You were amazed that the colors have not faded; it is an ideal symbol of us. I love it. Thank you.




My Darling

I remember you in that dressing gown all too well. So let’s just cut to the chase and add the picture that encapsulates you in it.

Blurry Jenn

That photo now appears on my phone. Every time you call me; it’s what I see. It was a Christmas gift from my mother, but it suited you so much better. I felt a little guilty when I told her I no longer owned it, but I knew it had gone to a good home. As for seeing it on you, well lets just say the photo is my second favourite position for the robe. I actually preferred it caressing your ankles in one sudden frenzied movement. Not that it was an image I ever lingered on, there was so much more to see.

I am pleased it has had its place restored in your home and your heart.

It is one of your defining images. I love that you still have it and that it still adorns your body. You say it is an ideal symbol of us and I think you are right. It was hidden away in a wardrobe, it was kept from the light, its existence denied but like our love when allowed back into the sunlight it shone like a beacon and still does. Who knows maybe one day I will get to see it again and you in it (and maybe out of it?).

You Will Always be My Darling

From Sir With Love

©2013 Darling and Sir