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Letter 07/05/21

07/05/21

By Emery PinePublished 4 years ago Updated 4 years ago 1 min read
Letter 07/05/21
Photo by Christina Brinza on Unsplash

07/05/21

Dear Unnamed,

I wanted to take a minute to tell you how important you are to me and how much I love you. I feel like you’re not told either quite often enough. You are maybe the brightest light of my life. A lot of times, I feel that I don’t deserve you— that nobody does. You’re just so loving, kind, understanding, and funny. You’re too good for this world. Maybe I’m a little bias, though, but I think you’re the bomb.com.

You are the most selfless person I know. You are always so willing to drop any and everything for those you love. We’re some of the most blessed and luckiest people to be part of your life. I keep trying to put into words how much I appreciate and love you, but I haven’t been able to figure out how best to convey it.

You’re my best friend. I know we fight sometimes, and I'm sorry for being such a pain in the ass. I will always love you more than anything else in the world. Thank you for always being there for me, no matter what. You have the most pulchritudinous soul.

I’m beyond grateful for you and all you do for me. I will always be grateful for every second I’m lucky enough to get with you. Thank you for always being there to listen and hold me while I cry. You truly are the most amazing person I know. I love you forever and after with everything I am.

Love,

Yours

love poems

About the Creator

Emery Pine

I’m a poet with sprinklings of fiction. I write with the soul, so I hope you find it interesting and relatable

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