Fifteen Years Ago on March 7th

Dear Sir,

I met you sweetheart. You held me in your arms. You kissed me. You loved me. You changed my life.

I love you.

Yours truly,
Darling

15 Year Celebration

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My Dearest Darling

Has it been fifteen years? I l still remember that woman who walked down the airport ramp pushing her luggage on a trolley. She came to meet a stranger in a strange land. You changed me too my Darling. I love you still.

You Will Always Be My Darling

From Sir With Love

©2014 Darling and Sir

Smizing Eyes

My Dear Darling Sir, (How’s that for a clever greeting?)

I mentioned your eyes in the letter Touchdown.  I can still see them staring at me, piercing me, and smiling at me. You smile with your eyes. They even have a name for that – smizing. You’re a smizer.

After we arrived at your home that first night, we entered through the front door. You commandeered all my luggage into the spare room you had prepared for me. You recognized how wired I was, and you were so patient. You just stood back while I paced the floors to burn off  nervous energy. While I can’t recall, I wouldn’t be surprised if I were chatting a hundred miles an hour too.

I can remember you were standing at the entrance to your living room, when I walked over and stood in front of you. I looked up into your face, and this next part makes me cringe even though it is crystallized in my mind. I blurted out, “Your eyes glow.” I was mesmerized by your eyes. You smiled at me so sweetly, while I just stared into your eyes. You gazed back. The air sizzled between us. It was an intense moment.  Quite frankly, I’m surprised my knees didn’t buckle right then and there.

It was during this powerful moment when you asked if you could kiss me. I didn’t even answer verbally; I didn’t need to. I reached up with my face and our lips touched and pressed – my hands on your shoulders. The beautiful language of love was silently spoken in such a simple, singular moment. That undemanding kiss was full of promise and passion. We kissed, and time stood still. Your glowing eyes burned into my soul.

Acutely yours,

Darling

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My Darling Darling (So good they named you twice)

Well again you have me reaching for the dictionary. Not surprisingly it isn’t covered in the Oxford English lexicon but the far more grungy Urban variety. You are so down with the kids. I think I will have to check your closets for skinny jeans and your iPod for indie rock.

So I smize do I? Now that I understand what it means you have paid me quite the compliment. As is often the case I am both humbled and flattered.

Yes its hard to believe I had the spare bedroom ready for your imminent arrival. I was worried that the whole meeting me and being a stranger in a strange land would be a little too much for you, and I wanted you to have your own space to retreat to. I know you didn’t last even the first night, but I always intended to be a gentleman. If you were to visit me tomorrow I would do the same thing yet again.

As for if you babbled, I just don’t remember. What I remember was you being there. Here was this vision, this beautiful creature, my Darling, you. This radiant woman that I loved to the very core of my being. This kindred spirit, who knew me almost as well as I knew myself, was standing in my house amongst my things. The wit, the wisdom, the banter, the belligerence, the mocking, the confidence, the strength, the self assuredness, the indomitable personality. She was here, of her own volition. She was here and she wanted me. Damn right I was smizing, I had much to smize about.

What saddens me is that I cannot remember that first kiss. I remember asking you but for the life of me I don’t recall that most tender of our moments. After all the memories that you have lost, and the many I have helped restore, it is a little galling to not have this one in my data banks. I remember kissing you on many other occasions. We were damn fine kissers, even if I do say so myself. I thoroughly enjoyed kissing you. I long to do it again, repeatedly.

Thank you yet again my darling.

Smizingly Yours

From Sir With Love

©2013 Darling and Sir

Guy Smiley

My Dear Smiling Sir,

When you smile, I melt. The world doesn’t know about your dimples. They do now. They are kiss magnets, as are the corners of your mouth. You never understood my fixation with the corners of your mouth. I really can’t say why, but it totally works for me. And don’t get me started on your bottom lip.

I’m feeling a swooning face plant coming on. Catch me.

Fascinatingly,

Darling

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My Dearest Darling

I adore it that you love my smile, my bottom lip and for that matter my dimples. Having said that you have no idea how uncomfortable it makes me feel to discuss these things. It’s not that I am particularly troubled by how I look, it is just most unusual for me to be discussing it with such candour.

Baby, if you face plant you know I will catch you. The weak part of me wants to cry out “well if my smile is such a kiss magnet get your pretty backside over here and do just that.”  Alas we know that won’t happen anytime soon.

You Will Always Be My Darling

From Sir With Love

P.S. I had no idea who Guy Smiley was before seeing your title. I had to Google his name. He looks like a dodgy second hand car salesman: light grey slacks, white shirt, red tie and blue blazer. I really hope it is just the smile you are comparing me too? Smiles.

©2013 Darling and Sir

Cravings

My Sweet, Desirable Sir,

I am sitting here at work presently craving chocolate something fierce. Only dark chocolate will do, of course. You have told me that your father and I had that in common.

I love chocolate with caramel- salted or non-salted. I love dark chocolate with nuts. I love it with a fruity addition (raspberry, orange, etc.). I just really, really love chocolate.

I would give up chocolate, in all its forms, for the rest of my life for one kiss from you. I remember your kiss and how it would sustain me. Chocolate be damned.

Yearningly,

Darling

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My Delectable Darling

Yes my father loved dark chocolate; it was very much his thing. I have no trouble picturing you two sitting together, laughing, enjoying yourself and sharing some chocolate. I remember the one time you met him you hit it off immediately. The old charmer, I didn’t stand a chance!

Like many things in life my love our tastes in chocolate vary widely. I love white chocolate, chilled in the fridge and served with an icy cold glass of milk.  Yes I like dark chocolate, I even enjoy milk chocolate and it can have caramel, nuts or fruit but white chocolate is my weakness.

My Darling if we were to kiss again it would be heavenly, far better than any box of chocolates. I however would not have you forsake anything. I want you to have your cake and eat it too. I want to you to indulge yourself and to be indulged. I trust we will revel with abandon in wanton gluttony. I want pure hedonism. I want the chocolate and the kiss. I want it all. But most of all I want you!

Deliciously Yours

From Sir With Love

©2013 Darling and Sir