I bought this book last year (while pregnant) for my self. I have since read it twice. The book is a compilation of love letters from various famous or infamous men. Ranging from King Henry VIII, Napoleon Bonaparte, Ludwig van Beethoven to Benjamin Disraeli. I have to admit, half the time I don't know what the book or these great men were talking about because they used draconian language. Haha. But in essence, I seem to understand what the letters aims to achieve.
My fave love letter would be from Beethoven to his unnamed "Immortal Beloved":
You - My Life - My All - farewell
Oh, go on loving me - never doubt
the faithfullest heart
of your beloved
L
Ever thine
Ever mine
Ever ours.
The words are so majestic and deep. I feel as though I'm in love again. I mean, I've never been out of love. Maybe the correct feeling would be alive. Yes, that's it. I feel alive again. Dahla he uses the initial "L", so "Lily" of him! *gloats in a bubble*.
Sometimes I wished hubby and I would write each other love letters often. Just for the sake of memories. But I know that this is far too cheesy for us. Haha. Maybe a simple yet romantic text message would do us no harm, kan? Instead of the usual "Grak" to signify us leaving the office or "Dinner mane?" to inquire on where we should stuff ourselves that night. Haha.
Takpe, takpe. I now have a blog to write and to profess my love and feelings towards hubby :). So people, get yourself a barf bucket on standby ;p
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