Stupid With a Capital S

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My Dear Captivating Sir,

There are times when you whisper sweet nothings or my name and say the most romantic things to me, and it makes me Stupid beyond measure. I can’t think. And when you speak to me in your husky morning voice, oh my have mercy. The memories it evokes are many, and my hands become sweaty. I can barely speak, and I’m just short of stuttering. I lose my train of thought easily. When I get that way, it makes you laugh which in turn makes me laugh. I’ve even announced “I’ve just gone stupid.” I daresay you love it (as do I).

At the times when my mind goes blank from your words, we just sit there in silence – just feeling each other – and the connection between us grows stronger. The love is very apparent. I feel the smile in your very being and it stretches across the ocean and permeates me. I picture your glowing eyes.

So forgive me for my many moments of stupidness. It’s all your fault you know.

Stutteringly yours,

Darling

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My Most Intelligent Darling

I have enormous trouble believing that you would ever become stupid. You are a feisty, opinionated and smart woman! Those are just some of the many reasons why I love you so.

You too have your own sultry morning voice. I hear you when you awake. My pulse quickens and many virile thoughts gallop through my mind. Plus there is that urgent need to tickle you just as you reach the pinnacle of your morning stretch.

I am pleased I can make you speechless my Darling. I assume that’s why you keep quoting Lord Grantham from Downton Abbey at me? “I blame you.” A cruel man would say that I do it as the only possible means to stop you from talking. I am not a cruel man therefore I so love to hear the sound of your voice.

Eloquently Yours

From Sir With Love

©2014 Darling and Sir

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Giddiness

Dear Sir,

In days of old when women were overcome with intense emotions, they would execute a very feminine swoon. I love that vintage term; it’s very Victorian and romantic.

You, my beloved Sir, have accomplished in having me achieve a not-so-graceful, mighty face plant. Swoon indeed – I’m more modern and real.

Swooningly,

Darling

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Dear Darling

The thought of you face planting should horrify me. I would hate for you to hurt yourself, but I must confess I laughed out loud on reading this.

I must say though that as I helped you find your feet again, I assure you I would compose myself in a suitably dignified manner.

You are definitely more modern and very real to me. That being said while I can see how “swoon” has become part of the vernacular it seems unlikely that “face plant” will become quite the expression of modern affection. It may have to remain our little thing.

Face Plantingly

From Sir With Love

©2013 Darling and Sir