Keegi liitus Fbis grupiga, mille nimi oli midagi sellist nagu “ei osta valentinipäeval roosat sodi” ja seal oli lause, et millal te viimati armastuskirja kirjutasite. Ma olen kirjutanud raudpolt, sest ma kirja teel oskan palju ilusam ja armsam olla, kui siin igapäeva elus palja peega “Kardoooooo, too mulle palun teed!” kähisedes. Aga ega küll küllale liiga tee ja tänane sõbrapäeva/valentinipäeva/armastusepäeva/milleiganes päeva kingitus Kardole on siin ja ühtegi PÄRIS kingitust mul ei ole, sry!
Naera-naera. Ise oled endast kunagi alakana FBi sellise pildi pannud, pealkirjaga, et ala sina niisama seksikaid naisi vaatamas :D
Mõelda vaid, kui ma poleks enne sind selle douche’iga kohtunud ja ma oleks olnud järgmine nendest tüdrukutest, kes sulle ütleb, et kuule, sa oled nii kena ja tore noormees, et küllap sinust saaks kellelegi teisele ideaalne mees, nagu sulle enne öeldud oli. Sinu õnneks oli see minu eelmine silmarõõm nii emm, et ma lausa sulasin su labaste komplimentide käes ja noh, arvatavasti kõik need eelmised naised kitkuvad endal praegu kahetsusest juukseid peast ära. Oh seda meie elu õnne, kaks ühesugust, keda teised ei tahtnud, milline au ja võit, et me siis teineteist leidsime. Nagu öeldud – lotovõit!
Sa oled lihtsalt imeline ja võrratu ja äge ja mehine ja mõnus ja vägev, et ma armastan sind täie rauaga. Olgu see valentinipäev või vastlapäev või jaanipäev või kaduneljapäev. Maailmas ei ole minu jaoks paremat meest ja ma loodan, et sa mäletad elu lõpuni meie kokkulepet:
- Mina suren enne sind, sest ma ei taha mitte kunagi ilma sinuta elada.
- Sa ei tohi kunagi uut naist võtta, sest ma ei taha, et sa iial teaks, mis tunne on päriselt head naist omada.
Someone joined a group in FB, called something like “WIll not buy pink junk on Valentine’s day” and there was a questions about when you wrote your last love letter. I for sure have written them, because I can be more beautiful and cuter when writing, instead of just whispering “Kaaaaaardoooo, please bring me some tea” with my voice gone. But the more the merrier and this is my Friend’s day/valentine’s day/love day/whatever day gift for Kardo and I don’t have any real gifts, sry!
If someone had told me 12 years ago seeing you in the hallways of the 32nd High School, that look – that dreadlock wearing dude will be your husband, the father to youd kids, the love of your life and your best friend, I would have laughed a lot. Yet somehow life put all the little things together so I can use those exact words to describe you today. But so you wouldn’t forget what a babe I was, then please refer to the picture above.
Laugh all you want. Next is a picture you posted on FB while being a minor with the caption: Just me looking ad hot babes :D
Isn’t it funny how the littlest details can align to give you the perfect partner. I feel sorry for you, because you are stuck with me now, but I stumbled upon a real Jackpot. But that’s life I guess, some win, others lose.
Just to think if I hadn’t met that douchebag before you, I would’ve most likely been yet another girl to tell you that you are a nice and sweet young man and will make the ideal husband for someone else one day. Lucky for you my ex was such an ass, I just melted listening to your cheesy compliments and well, I guess all those other girls are tearing their hair out with regret. Oh joy, two of the same kind, who no one else wanted, what an honor and victory that we found each other. Like already said – Jackpot!
Although you are the slowest man alive and you know how impatient I am, I am willing to forgive you, because I love how you can always make me laugh (still with your vulgar jokes), I love how you are the only person who can make me blush (because you are so vulgar even my cheeks are embarrassed). I love you make me coffee and tea when I ask you to. I love how you do the dishes, because you know I hate it. And I do know that you hate it too….
I love how you can make our children laugh and I love what a wonderful dad you are and how you can play and fool around with them for hours. You are 100% better with using just one hand than I am. Pun not attended :D I love how you are so big (haha, that’s what she said) and tall, that I can gain 100 pounds next to you and still feel tiny. Thanks dude! And I have already been quite big…
I love how you can always calm me down and explain things in your own calm and slow way to make sure I understand. I love how you are never mean and angry, because something like that would make me angry and stressed and who needs that.
And I love how you have lately done the laundry and hung it up to dry, because I absolutely can not be bothered. I wish god came either of us the strength to actually move the clean laundry from our bedroom floor to the closets, but I guess life does not have to be perfect.
I absolutely love how you take Mari to daycare, because I hate waking up early and you bring her home, because I am always cold and do not want to go outside during winter. You are my hero!
I love our crazy and chaotic life, because I feel like we always have fun and laugh and fool around and this is exactly the life I want for myself. And I know we will have this life forever and I cannot wait until we are 70 and would be just as crazy as we are now. Because I know it will be exactly like this. Come on, just look at what our wedding was like.
You are just amazing and wonderful and cool and manly and chill and awesome and I love you with every bone in my body.
Whether it be Valentine’s day, Mid-summer day, Shrove Tuesday or Good Friday. There is no better man for me out there and I hope you will remember our agreement until the end of your life:
- I will die before you, because I never want to live without you
- You can never get a new woman, because I never want you to feel what it’s like to have an actual good woman
I hope these two little requirements are fine with you and what else can I end this love letter with than when you have time, please go clean the bathroom.
Just kiiiiddiiiiiiing..Luv ju! (but seriously, if you want to do something good for me in your life, please clean the inside of the fridge, it’s getting super gross)
Damn, I am such a romantic writer that I bring tears to my own eyes… But since it’s actually night time and it’s Valentine’s day only by the calendar then I am telling you I am going to bed. Don’t stay up too late, because you have to take Mari to Daycare in the morning ;) Be cool!
Your Wife, Mariann Treimann (in case you didn’t figure out who this letter is from)