I hope you are a dog person. I always had dogs growing up and I think dogs complete the family.
Just think about it okay?
Love,
Vi
Thursday 13 December 2012
#58
Dear Jellybean,
I hope you are a dog person. I always had dogs growing up and I think dogs complete the family.
Just think about it okay?
Love,
Vi
I hope you are a dog person. I always had dogs growing up and I think dogs complete the family.
Just think about it okay?
Love,
Vi
Wednesday 12 December 2012
#57
Dear Jellybean,
Thank you for watching Love Actually with me. Surprisingly, I've never seen it and it is a lovely, sweet movie that is perfect for this time of the year.
I am done with Christmas shopping, I just need for you to please sign our Christmas/New Year's Cards for close family and friends. Maybe I'll get you to do that for me tonight. 2 weeks to go for Christmas and I am so excited! I know you haven't got my Christmas gift yet but to be perfectly honest with you I really don't need or want anything. Seriously, this isn't a trick.
Love,
Vi
Thank you for watching Love Actually with me. Surprisingly, I've never seen it and it is a lovely, sweet movie that is perfect for this time of the year.
I am done with Christmas shopping, I just need for you to please sign our Christmas/New Year's Cards for close family and friends. Maybe I'll get you to do that for me tonight. 2 weeks to go for Christmas and I am so excited! I know you haven't got my Christmas gift yet but to be perfectly honest with you I really don't need or want anything. Seriously, this isn't a trick.
Love,
Vi
Sunday 25 November 2012
#56
Dear Jellybean,
Happy Turkey Day!
We are visiting your friends today and I am so nervous. I want them to like me.
Promise to hold my hand?
xo,
Vi
Happy Turkey Day!
We are visiting your friends today and I am so nervous. I want them to like me.
Promise to hold my hand?
xo,
Vi
Friday 19 October 2012
#55
Dear Jellybean,
In winter, let’s curl up by the fire, sip some hot chocolate and watch the Doctor Who Christmas Special.
When the flowers start to bloom in spring, we’ll cuddle on the couch and listen to the thunderstorms coming in with the wind. We can spend the day eating junk food and watching our favorite movies because that’s what rainy days are for.
In summer, we can sit out on the porch swing, drinking good beer and reading even better books. I’m going to want you to tell me all about yours and I will probably ask to borrow it.
As the leaves start to turn, we'll make awesome Halloween costumes and watch scary movies until the sun comes up. Maybe I'll make fun of how your feet are always cold and you can make fun of my terrible puns. That won't stop me from telling you how hard I've "FALL-en" in love with you. (I mean, really. The puns are just terrible.)
XO,
Vi
In winter, let’s curl up by the fire, sip some hot chocolate and watch the Doctor Who Christmas Special.
When the flowers start to bloom in spring, we’ll cuddle on the couch and listen to the thunderstorms coming in with the wind. We can spend the day eating junk food and watching our favorite movies because that’s what rainy days are for.
In summer, we can sit out on the porch swing, drinking good beer and reading even better books. I’m going to want you to tell me all about yours and I will probably ask to borrow it.
As the leaves start to turn, we'll make awesome Halloween costumes and watch scary movies until the sun comes up. Maybe I'll make fun of how your feet are always cold and you can make fun of my terrible puns. That won't stop me from telling you how hard I've "FALL-en" in love with you. (I mean, really. The puns are just terrible.)
XO,
Vi
Wednesday 10 October 2012
#54
Dear Jellybean,
I am odd. I have weird tastes. Lots of people don't agree with many of my ways or opinions. I scare children sometimes with my enthusiasm. I do have dark sides to me. But I try to be my best without flawing who I am. As long as we're both happy doing what we want to do in life, I'll stand by your side. I am not here to put shackles on you, I am here to watch you dare on this dance floor of life. We'll face the Jungle together and we'll stand tall and powerful.
XO,
V
I am odd. I have weird tastes. Lots of people don't agree with many of my ways or opinions. I scare children sometimes with my enthusiasm. I do have dark sides to me. But I try to be my best without flawing who I am. As long as we're both happy doing what we want to do in life, I'll stand by your side. I am not here to put shackles on you, I am here to watch you dare on this dance floor of life. We'll face the Jungle together and we'll stand tall and powerful.
XO,
V
Monday 1 October 2012
#53
Dear Jellybean,
Can we go for dance classes? That is something I'd love to do with you. I'll try not to step on your toes.
Love,
Vi
Can we go for dance classes? That is something I'd love to do with you. I'll try not to step on your toes.
Love,
Vi
Wednesday 19 September 2012
#52
Dear Jellybean,
Are you ready for a little geography/history/linguistic lesson?
Okay, On y va, chéri.
As you probably know, I am from India. The South to be more exact.
India has 35 States and Union Territories. The official language of India is Hindi with English as an additional language for official work. India also has 22 officially recognized regional languages, and has hundreds of active dialects in use. Therefore, choosing any single language as an official language presents serious problems to all those whose "mother tongue" is different. Confused yet? Allow me to confuse you a little more.
Most languages are written using a script specific to them, such as Bengali with Bengali, Punjabi with Gurmukhi, Oriya with Utkal Lipi, Gujarati with Gujarati, etc. Urdu and sometimes Kashmiri, Saraiki and Sindhi are written in modified versions of the Perso-Arabic script. With this one exception, the scripts of Indian languages are native to India. In a nutshell, each language is written in a different script.
You are probably wondering how Indian's communicate, right? Generally, we use English if the person is from a different State/Region. But if the person is from any part of the North of India they would use Hindi. The South is a little different because as you move from each State, there is a marked difference between the languages, vocabulary has changed and road signs are unreadable. Fear not, we speak English that is highly accented.
You know that I live in the Southern most State of India, my Mother is Tamil and my Father is Malayalee. They both grew up in steel towns in the North. They speak Hindi that I am jealous of. They can sing, read and write at will in Hindi. I sometimes feel ashamed that I don't speak a word of Hindi. But I console myself and say, "At least you speak a smattering of Tamil..."
My Tamil is pretty hilarious. I can communicate but I make so many grammar and conjugation mistakes that everyone who has worked with me has given up. On my Father's side of the family Malayalam is not used at all. In fact, even my Grandfather finds it hard to phrase himself in Malayalam. But I will explain why this is at another time (don't worry the reason isn't one to do with age or memory loss).
I also learned French in school as my foreign language. My Paternal Grandmother is pretty well versed and I used to practice often with her. When I went away to University in Switzerland, I was in the French speaking part so with the immersion my French is almost fluent now.
University in Switzerland was so international, there were so many students who were from all over the world. You name the country and it was represented. I swear it was like the United Nations. I learned how to say kiss me in Turkish, and swear in Greek. I learned how to tell the time in Swedish and how to sing a Russian song.
While I was there I started speaking Spanish with all my new found friends from Central and Latin America, and slowly but surely I developed another language. I think once you learn a language with a Latin base learning another Latin based language is fairly easy. My Spanish is pretty fluent. En serio, creo que tengo el alma de una latina. Sabes?
I speak four languages and a smattering of many more. I apologize if, when I am drunk, I give you a monologue in French or tell you a sad story in Spanish. Forgive me if your Mother and I have broken conversations in Swedish (about the time) or if the person in the plane next to us is from Turkey and I tell him, "That I love him too" (Ben de Seni seviyourm) or to "Kiss me" (Opp en ne) or I say Hello (very enthusiastically) in Swahili to a stranger from East Africa.
No matter what you speak or what you don't, I want you to know that I love you. Love is the only language we need.
However, it would be nice to have bilingual babies...
But we'll get to that when the time comes.
xoxo
Vi
Are you ready for a little geography/history/linguistic lesson?
Okay, On y va, chéri.
As you probably know, I am from India. The South to be more exact.
India has 35 States and Union Territories. The official language of India is Hindi with English as an additional language for official work. India also has 22 officially recognized regional languages, and has hundreds of active dialects in use. Therefore, choosing any single language as an official language presents serious problems to all those whose "mother tongue" is different. Confused yet? Allow me to confuse you a little more.
Most languages are written using a script specific to them, such as Bengali with Bengali, Punjabi with Gurmukhi, Oriya with Utkal Lipi, Gujarati with Gujarati, etc. Urdu and sometimes Kashmiri, Saraiki and Sindhi are written in modified versions of the Perso-Arabic script. With this one exception, the scripts of Indian languages are native to India. In a nutshell, each language is written in a different script.
You are probably wondering how Indian's communicate, right? Generally, we use English if the person is from a different State/Region. But if the person is from any part of the North of India they would use Hindi. The South is a little different because as you move from each State, there is a marked difference between the languages, vocabulary has changed and road signs are unreadable. Fear not, we speak English that is highly accented.
You know that I live in the Southern most State of India, my Mother is Tamil and my Father is Malayalee. They both grew up in steel towns in the North. They speak Hindi that I am jealous of. They can sing, read and write at will in Hindi. I sometimes feel ashamed that I don't speak a word of Hindi. But I console myself and say, "At least you speak a smattering of Tamil..."
My Tamil is pretty hilarious. I can communicate but I make so many grammar and conjugation mistakes that everyone who has worked with me has given up. On my Father's side of the family Malayalam is not used at all. In fact, even my Grandfather finds it hard to phrase himself in Malayalam. But I will explain why this is at another time (don't worry the reason isn't one to do with age or memory loss).
I also learned French in school as my foreign language. My Paternal Grandmother is pretty well versed and I used to practice often with her. When I went away to University in Switzerland, I was in the French speaking part so with the immersion my French is almost fluent now.
University in Switzerland was so international, there were so many students who were from all over the world. You name the country and it was represented. I swear it was like the United Nations. I learned how to say kiss me in Turkish, and swear in Greek. I learned how to tell the time in Swedish and how to sing a Russian song.
While I was there I started speaking Spanish with all my new found friends from Central and Latin America, and slowly but surely I developed another language. I think once you learn a language with a Latin base learning another Latin based language is fairly easy. My Spanish is pretty fluent. En serio, creo que tengo el alma de una latina. Sabes?
I speak four languages and a smattering of many more. I apologize if, when I am drunk, I give you a monologue in French or tell you a sad story in Spanish. Forgive me if your Mother and I have broken conversations in Swedish (about the time) or if the person in the plane next to us is from Turkey and I tell him, "That I love him too" (Ben de Seni seviyourm) or to "Kiss me" (Opp en ne) or I say Hello (very enthusiastically) in Swahili to a stranger from East Africa.
No matter what you speak or what you don't, I want you to know that I love you. Love is the only language we need.
However, it would be nice to have bilingual babies...
But we'll get to that when the time comes.
xoxo
Vi
Tuesday 18 September 2012
#51
Dear Jellybean,
I've probably told you before but my favourite flavour of jellybean is buttered popcorn.
What's yours?
xoxo,
Vi
I've probably told you before but my favourite flavour of jellybean is buttered popcorn.
What's yours?
xoxo,
Vi
Monday 17 September 2012
#50
Dear Jellybean,
My milkshake supposedly brings all of the boys to the yard and they’re like “it’s better than yours,” and I am like “Dude, back off.”
I just want my milkshake bringing you to the yard.
Love,
Vi
My milkshake supposedly brings all of the boys to the yard and they’re like “it’s better than yours,” and I am like “Dude, back off.”
I just want my milkshake bringing you to the yard.
Love,
Vi
Sunday 16 September 2012
#49
Dear Jellybean,
Even though you’re 9,483 miles away, you are my everything. I want nothing more then to be with only you. You are my world, my sunshine, my other half, my best friend, and my everything. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed. I can’t wait to see you again and just hold you for hours. Once that happens, my life will be complete ♥
All My Love,
Vi
Even though you’re 9,483 miles away, you are my everything. I want nothing more then to be with only you. You are my world, my sunshine, my other half, my best friend, and my everything. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed. I can’t wait to see you again and just hold you for hours. Once that happens, my life will be complete ♥
All My Love,
Vi
Saturday 15 September 2012
#48
Dear Jellybean,
I hope you don’t mind getting random letters from me when we’re apart. I think handwritten letters have a special quality to them, and I want to share that with you.
Don’t mind the random doodles, poems and scattered thoughts that make up the letters. Just know that I write you because you often cross my mind.
xoxo,
Vi
I hope you don’t mind getting random letters from me when we’re apart. I think handwritten letters have a special quality to them, and I want to share that with you.
Don’t mind the random doodles, poems and scattered thoughts that make up the letters. Just know that I write you because you often cross my mind.
xoxo,
Vi
Friday 14 September 2012
#47
Dear Jellybean,
Let’s run through fields of corn and climb the trees a little too high. Let’s roll down hills and dance along the side of my rural road. Let’s jump in the lake and then dry off in the sun. Let’s hold hands all the while and smile like it means what we think it means.
xoxo,
Vi
Let’s run through fields of corn and climb the trees a little too high. Let’s roll down hills and dance along the side of my rural road. Let’s jump in the lake and then dry off in the sun. Let’s hold hands all the while and smile like it means what we think it means.
xoxo,
Vi
Thursday 13 September 2012
#46
Dear Jellybean,
I’m a bit forgetful and you will probably have to tell me multiple times what I need to buy from the grocery store for us. However, I’ll never forget your birthday, I’ll never forget our anniversary, and I’ll never forget the lyrics to your favorite songs.
Love,
Vi
P.S. Will you be less angry with me if I sing to you when I forget how many apples you wanted me to buy?
I’m a bit forgetful and you will probably have to tell me multiple times what I need to buy from the grocery store for us. However, I’ll never forget your birthday, I’ll never forget our anniversary, and I’ll never forget the lyrics to your favorite songs.
Love,
Vi
P.S. Will you be less angry with me if I sing to you when I forget how many apples you wanted me to buy?
Wednesday 12 September 2012
Monday 10 September 2012
#44
Dear Jellybean,
Wanna go to an amusement park and ride roller coasters and hold hands while we wait in line for hours, eat dip-n-dots, go play in the water park, ride the Lazy River, conquer every water slide, have a caricature of us as a themed couple drawn, ride the Ferris wheel at night, win a gold fish and get epic sun-burns even though we wore sunscreen!?
Because there is no one I’d rather have by my side when taking on the Superman Ride of Steel.
Love,
Vi
Wanna go to an amusement park and ride roller coasters and hold hands while we wait in line for hours, eat dip-n-dots, go play in the water park, ride the Lazy River, conquer every water slide, have a caricature of us as a themed couple drawn, ride the Ferris wheel at night, win a gold fish and get epic sun-burns even though we wore sunscreen!?
Because there is no one I’d rather have by my side when taking on the Superman Ride of Steel.
Love,
Vi
Sunday 9 September 2012
#43
Dear Jellybean,
I always put mustard on my sandwiches in the shape of smiley faces. For you, I will put it in the shape of a heart.
xoxo,
Vi
I always put mustard on my sandwiches in the shape of smiley faces. For you, I will put it in the shape of a heart.
xoxo,
Vi
Saturday 8 September 2012
#42
Dear Jellybean,
I’m not going to make a promise I can’t keep. If I don’t think I can keep it, I won’t make the promise in the first place. I expect the same courtesy from you.
xoxo,
Vi
I’m not going to make a promise I can’t keep. If I don’t think I can keep it, I won’t make the promise in the first place. I expect the same courtesy from you.
xoxo,
Vi
Friday 7 September 2012
#41
Dear Jellybean,
When one of us goes on a trip, I require that we trade sweatshirts/tee-shirts that have our respective 'scents' on them.
xoxo,
Vi
When one of us goes on a trip, I require that we trade sweatshirts/tee-shirts that have our respective 'scents' on them.
xoxo,
Vi
Thursday 6 September 2012
#40
Dear Jellybean,
Is it alright if I keep a picture of you in my wallet? That way I can look at you whenever I want. I don’t want it in my phone; it isn’t the same.
xoxo,
Vi
Is it alright if I keep a picture of you in my wallet? That way I can look at you whenever I want. I don’t want it in my phone; it isn’t the same.
xoxo,
Vi
Wednesday 5 September 2012
#39
Dear Jellybean,
I hope you won’t get tired of hugs, kisses and cuddles easily, expect plenty.
xoxo,
Vi
I hope you won’t get tired of hugs, kisses and cuddles easily, expect plenty.
xoxo,
Vi
Tuesday 4 September 2012
#38
Dear Jellybean,
I want to wake up with you in my arms and the sun streaming in on our bodies. I want to wake up with my face in your neck and your hands in my hair. I want to wake up and watch you sleep because you look so damn handsome. I want to wait for you to wake up so that your smile can light me up before my day begins. Please consider these things and I will make it worth your while.
Love,
Vi
I want to wake up with you in my arms and the sun streaming in on our bodies. I want to wake up with my face in your neck and your hands in my hair. I want to wake up and watch you sleep because you look so damn handsome. I want to wait for you to wake up so that your smile can light me up before my day begins. Please consider these things and I will make it worth your while.
Love,
Vi
Friday 31 August 2012
Thursday 30 August 2012
#36
Dear Jellybean,
I probably wouldn’t catch a grenade for you, throw my hand on a blade for you, or jump in front of a train for you.
It isn’t because I don’t love you; it is because I can’t catch, I faint at the sight of blood, and if I jumped in front of a train for you, we would both die.
Love,
Vi
P.S. Why are people throwing grenades, blades, and trains at you?
I probably wouldn’t catch a grenade for you, throw my hand on a blade for you, or jump in front of a train for you.
It isn’t because I don’t love you; it is because I can’t catch, I faint at the sight of blood, and if I jumped in front of a train for you, we would both die.
Love,
Vi
P.S. Why are people throwing grenades, blades, and trains at you?
#35
Dear Jellyban,
G’morning ! You know I’m Asian. Not really good in my Math though, so you can still count on the calculators when you’re with me. Wait, stop distracting me.
No, here’s the thing.
I’m Asian, right. I AM SO GLAD YOU AREN'T ASIAN. Because my cousins and friends are all marrying Asians and their children look the same!
It’s boring.
Love,
Vi
G’morning ! You know I’m Asian. Not really good in my Math though, so you can still count on the calculators when you’re with me. Wait, stop distracting me.
No, here’s the thing.
I’m Asian, right. I AM SO GLAD YOU AREN'T ASIAN. Because my cousins and friends are all marrying Asians and their children look the same!
It’s boring.
Love,
Vi
Wednesday 29 August 2012
#34
Dear Jellybean,
Well, you already are my boyfriend.
A lot of people as me “How do you know what love is?” They say we are too young to love, but maybe they are too old to remember. I love you with all my heart, Jellybean.
You’re my other half, my best friend, the reason for my smile, the beat to my heart, the music to my lyrics, the Cosmo to my Wanda, and the Macaroni to my Cheese.
I’ll see you again one day, and I know you’ll be waiting with arms wide open like you always do as soon as you see me. I love you to the moon and back, 4,000,000 times.
Forever yours,
Vi
Well, you already are my boyfriend.
A lot of people as me “How do you know what love is?” They say we are too young to love, but maybe they are too old to remember. I love you with all my heart, Jellybean.
You’re my other half, my best friend, the reason for my smile, the beat to my heart, the music to my lyrics, the Cosmo to my Wanda, and the Macaroni to my Cheese.
I’ll see you again one day, and I know you’ll be waiting with arms wide open like you always do as soon as you see me. I love you to the moon and back, 4,000,000 times.
Forever yours,
Vi
Sunday 26 August 2012
#33
Dear Jellybean,
I apologize in advance for how difficult I am to deal with in the morning. I’m not a morning person by any means, but I hope that my actions throughout the day make up for my lethargy and sometimes sheer meanness in the morning.
xoxo
vi
I apologize in advance for how difficult I am to deal with in the morning. I’m not a morning person by any means, but I hope that my actions throughout the day make up for my lethargy and sometimes sheer meanness in the morning.
xoxo
vi
Saturday 25 August 2012
#32
Dear Jellybean,
I hope you won’t mind me leaving little notes/cartoons to remind you of how much I care for you. They’ll be in random places like your coat pocket, under your pillow, in your daily organizer or in your briefcase. I hope you’ll enjoy finding them and that they’ll put a smile on your face.
Love,
Vi
I hope you won’t mind me leaving little notes/cartoons to remind you of how much I care for you. They’ll be in random places like your coat pocket, under your pillow, in your daily organizer or in your briefcase. I hope you’ll enjoy finding them and that they’ll put a smile on your face.
Love,
Vi
Friday 24 August 2012
#31
Dear Jellybean,
I want to apologize ahead of time for being so insecure at times, but I’m really working on it. I also want to apologize for stealing all of the covers, but I promise if I wake up and you’re uncovered I will cover you back up, and probably steal some kisses.
xoxo,
Vi
I want to apologize ahead of time for being so insecure at times, but I’m really working on it. I also want to apologize for stealing all of the covers, but I promise if I wake up and you’re uncovered I will cover you back up, and probably steal some kisses.
xoxo,
Vi
Thursday 23 August 2012
#30
Dear Jellybean,
I have a feeling you are more of a coffee drinker.
I am a tea drinker.
This is okay; it just means we don’t have to share when we go to cafes. You can still try my tea though.
Love,
Vi
I have a feeling you are more of a coffee drinker.
I am a tea drinker.
This is okay; it just means we don’t have to share when we go to cafes. You can still try my tea though.
Love,
Vi
Friday 17 August 2012
Thursday 16 August 2012
#28
Dear Jellybean,
They say that love transcends all things.
Time, distance, and sometimes, even death.
I’ve been thinking lately, and I wonder if this old adage can actually be true. Can love transcend all challenges that life throws your way?
If two people were to meet, and they were to just click, only to discover a tremendous amount of things that could get in the way… would it matter?
I ask this, dearest, because I believe that love is a powerful thing. Love is the last form of magic left on this earth. Love is a rare force that makes life worth living.
And I’d like to believe that… if we were to find each other, and it seemed that there were monstrous forces trying to keep us apart… that love would transcend those things.
I’d like to believe that we would transcend those things.
Just something I’ve been thinking about lately.
Love,
Vi
They say that love transcends all things.
Time, distance, and sometimes, even death.
I’ve been thinking lately, and I wonder if this old adage can actually be true. Can love transcend all challenges that life throws your way?
If two people were to meet, and they were to just click, only to discover a tremendous amount of things that could get in the way… would it matter?
I ask this, dearest, because I believe that love is a powerful thing. Love is the last form of magic left on this earth. Love is a rare force that makes life worth living.
And I’d like to believe that… if we were to find each other, and it seemed that there were monstrous forces trying to keep us apart… that love would transcend those things.
I’d like to believe that we would transcend those things.
Just something I’ve been thinking about lately.
Love,
Vi
Wednesday 15 August 2012
#27
Dear Jellybean,
You can tell me anything and everything and nothing and I’ll love you for every second of every minute of every hour of every day, because even though you’re not perfect, you’re perfect for me.
Love,
Vi
You can tell me anything and everything and nothing and I’ll love you for every second of every minute of every hour of every day, because even though you’re not perfect, you’re perfect for me.
Love,
Vi
Monday 13 August 2012
Saturday 11 August 2012
#25
Dear Jellybean,
I am built for comfort and for speed.
Please let me be your Short Skirt and Long Jacket Girl.
Think about it.
xoxo
Vi
I am built for comfort and for speed.
Please let me be your Short Skirt and Long Jacket Girl.
Think about it.
xoxo
Vi
Thursday 9 August 2012
#24
Dear Jellybean,
I actually write to you everyday, wondering how your day is or if anything memorable happened. I write it in a journal of sorts, just so that I am able to inform you of how I’m doing and what’s on my mind at the time. I also like to think that my writings will bring you back with me, almost as if you were there when I wrote them. I can barely imagine the day that we’ll be able to read them together. It seems almost unreal.
I like to believe that I’m romantic. I’ll write you a quick poem or some song lyrics that pop into my mind and place them in random spots for you to find. Should there be distance, expect to receive random texts or a short video message that I’ve prepared for you. I’ve already planned out some things that we’d be doing together, which is strange, seeing as I’m not usually structured.
I imagine waking you up with a pillow fight, of course with feather pillows. I’m not a violent person, but I will attack you with as many pillows as I can that morning. Don’t go easy on me. While the feathers are tossed all around in the air and you’re distracted, I will pounce on you. Or, who knows? Maybe you’ll sneak up on me?
I imagine us going into a bookstore or library and picking out our favorite books that we read as children. We’ll go to a corner and sit on the floor. You’ll wrap your arms around me as I shake my head at your impeccable taste in childhood literature. I’ll read your favorite book aloud, then you’ll read mine. If children happen to come over and listen to us, we can portray the different characters in the books and read aloud to them.
I imagine us with our friends, creating a hilarious musical for our local supermarket. It’ll probably be horrifying and embarrassing, but if we’re able to make at least one person smile, it will definitely be worth it.
I imagine us playing video games, despite my lack of skill. You’ll sit behind me and guide me to go whichever way I’m supposed to. If something randomly pops up on the screen, I’ll probably jump and hand you the controller. You’ll laugh at me as you continue the game, while my head is buried into your shoulder. However, if we’re playing a racing game against each other, I will not go easy on you. But if you’re good at racing games, please go easy on me. I think that they’re the only games that I possibly stand a chance at.
I imagine us going around town and making strangers smile. I love to make people smile, so we’ll have to find those with frowns on their faces and do all that we can to have them beaming at us. Maybe we can change the world one smile at a time? With you, anything’s possible.
I imagine us bowling, either alone or with our friends. There will definitely be some sort of competition. While I can be competitive, I am a great loser. I’ll proclaim myself as the Most Improved Player, while you’ll always be my MVP.
I imagine us mini-golfing, star-gazing, painting, trying different restaurants, walking around our city like tourists, enjoying the beach, falling asleep, waking up next to each other, holding hands, snuggling, texting, calling, loving one another, and anything else that you can think of.
While I’m into the cutesy romantic aspects of a relationship, there’s still reality that we have to face. There will be arguments, tears, hard work; but we will always find a way to fight through it and grow stronger. We will have passion, a magnetic draw to each other. We will be real.
There’s always the question: Would you rather have loved, then lost? Or never have loved at all? I would never deny myself the chance to love someone, even if we don’t end up together.
Love is magical, real, the finest pleasure of life. I already love you. I just can’t wait for the moment to fall in love with you. For that to happen, I need to find you or you find me. When we meet, wrap your arms around me and never let me go. I promise to do the same.
But until then,
xoxo
Vi
I actually write to you everyday, wondering how your day is or if anything memorable happened. I write it in a journal of sorts, just so that I am able to inform you of how I’m doing and what’s on my mind at the time. I also like to think that my writings will bring you back with me, almost as if you were there when I wrote them. I can barely imagine the day that we’ll be able to read them together. It seems almost unreal.
I like to believe that I’m romantic. I’ll write you a quick poem or some song lyrics that pop into my mind and place them in random spots for you to find. Should there be distance, expect to receive random texts or a short video message that I’ve prepared for you. I’ve already planned out some things that we’d be doing together, which is strange, seeing as I’m not usually structured.
I imagine waking you up with a pillow fight, of course with feather pillows. I’m not a violent person, but I will attack you with as many pillows as I can that morning. Don’t go easy on me. While the feathers are tossed all around in the air and you’re distracted, I will pounce on you. Or, who knows? Maybe you’ll sneak up on me?
I imagine us going into a bookstore or library and picking out our favorite books that we read as children. We’ll go to a corner and sit on the floor. You’ll wrap your arms around me as I shake my head at your impeccable taste in childhood literature. I’ll read your favorite book aloud, then you’ll read mine. If children happen to come over and listen to us, we can portray the different characters in the books and read aloud to them.
I imagine us with our friends, creating a hilarious musical for our local supermarket. It’ll probably be horrifying and embarrassing, but if we’re able to make at least one person smile, it will definitely be worth it.
I imagine us playing video games, despite my lack of skill. You’ll sit behind me and guide me to go whichever way I’m supposed to. If something randomly pops up on the screen, I’ll probably jump and hand you the controller. You’ll laugh at me as you continue the game, while my head is buried into your shoulder. However, if we’re playing a racing game against each other, I will not go easy on you. But if you’re good at racing games, please go easy on me. I think that they’re the only games that I possibly stand a chance at.
I imagine us going around town and making strangers smile. I love to make people smile, so we’ll have to find those with frowns on their faces and do all that we can to have them beaming at us. Maybe we can change the world one smile at a time? With you, anything’s possible.
I imagine us bowling, either alone or with our friends. There will definitely be some sort of competition. While I can be competitive, I am a great loser. I’ll proclaim myself as the Most Improved Player, while you’ll always be my MVP.
I imagine us mini-golfing, star-gazing, painting, trying different restaurants, walking around our city like tourists, enjoying the beach, falling asleep, waking up next to each other, holding hands, snuggling, texting, calling, loving one another, and anything else that you can think of.
While I’m into the cutesy romantic aspects of a relationship, there’s still reality that we have to face. There will be arguments, tears, hard work; but we will always find a way to fight through it and grow stronger. We will have passion, a magnetic draw to each other. We will be real.
There’s always the question: Would you rather have loved, then lost? Or never have loved at all? I would never deny myself the chance to love someone, even if we don’t end up together.
Love is magical, real, the finest pleasure of life. I already love you. I just can’t wait for the moment to fall in love with you. For that to happen, I need to find you or you find me. When we meet, wrap your arms around me and never let me go. I promise to do the same.
But until then,
xoxo
Vi
Wednesday 8 August 2012
#23
Dear Jellybean,
I’m a goof.
Yup, you read that right. I’m unapologetically a big goof who gets excited over playgrounds, swings, slides, rollercoasters, Disney Junior shows like Handy Manny etc etc. I love bubbles and cupcakes, squirt guns and lego. I may be 23 but I regress to a 4 year old pretty rapidly sometimes. It may get embarrassing but I promise to always show you the joy in the simple things in life, to help you keep having fun even through the sad days and make sure this never happens to us.
xoxo
Vi
I’m a goof.
Yup, you read that right. I’m unapologetically a big goof who gets excited over playgrounds, swings, slides, rollercoasters, Disney Junior shows like Handy Manny etc etc. I love bubbles and cupcakes, squirt guns and lego. I may be 23 but I regress to a 4 year old pretty rapidly sometimes. It may get embarrassing but I promise to always show you the joy in the simple things in life, to help you keep having fun even through the sad days and make sure this never happens to us.
xoxo
Vi
Tuesday 7 August 2012
#22
Dear Jellybean,
Well, I count my blessings
And hug my luck like an old brass penny
With two heads up
It’s all right if you’re late
I just hope that you find your way soon
Shine down, light it up, wash it over
Wait around for my mandolin moon
Come around till the sweet sweet morning
Come along I’ll be waiting for you
xoxo
Vi
P.S.: Bonus points if you know this song without googling it! ;)
Well, I count my blessings
And hug my luck like an old brass penny
With two heads up
It’s all right if you’re late
I just hope that you find your way soon
Shine down, light it up, wash it over
Wait around for my mandolin moon
Come around till the sweet sweet morning
Come along I’ll be waiting for you
xoxo
Vi
P.S.: Bonus points if you know this song without googling it! ;)
Sunday 5 August 2012
#21
Dear Jellybean,
Trust me with your heart, and I promise I won’t break it. I will give you my love, and you must promise to treat it like your favorite book; well-worn, cared for, and read constantly. I want to give you all of me. I want you to give me all of you. I want you more than anything. And when I find you, or, more preferably, you find me, all I want you to do is one thing; be yourself. I want to know everything about you. I want you to know everything about me. Let’s be utterly amazing.
xoxo
Vi
Trust me with your heart, and I promise I won’t break it. I will give you my love, and you must promise to treat it like your favorite book; well-worn, cared for, and read constantly. I want to give you all of me. I want you to give me all of you. I want you more than anything. And when I find you, or, more preferably, you find me, all I want you to do is one thing; be yourself. I want to know everything about you. I want you to know everything about me. Let’s be utterly amazing.
xoxo
Vi
Friday 3 August 2012
#20
Dear Jellybean,
I’m a naturally confident person and am pretty much an in-your-face, frank and no-holds-barred kinda person. I’m a dominant, alpha personality and may Zeus help anyone who gets in the way of that. Although I do very much appreciate the same behaviour back.
But underneath all that, is still a layer of insecurity. Just like every girl out there, I’m insecure about my body and appearance (although I consciously fight it because I don’t agree with societal standards of beauty). I am insecure about whether people genuinely want me in their lives, or they just like the energy and fun I bring around in the moment that I’m there. Well the list goes on but the point is that I generally hide these insecurities and try to work them out on my own.
But I’m going to do my best to learn to be vulnerable with you. To let go of this need to control everything that goes on around me. To let you in and trust that you will never let me fall and that even if I do, that you will catch me.
I’m giving you full permission here to push me to open up, to force me to let go of that control and just be vulnerable with you. Because everyone needs a reminder that they have an emotional safety net sometimes. And I’ll do the exact same for you.
Love,
Vi
I’m a naturally confident person and am pretty much an in-your-face, frank and no-holds-barred kinda person. I’m a dominant, alpha personality and may Zeus help anyone who gets in the way of that. Although I do very much appreciate the same behaviour back.
But underneath all that, is still a layer of insecurity. Just like every girl out there, I’m insecure about my body and appearance (although I consciously fight it because I don’t agree with societal standards of beauty). I am insecure about whether people genuinely want me in their lives, or they just like the energy and fun I bring around in the moment that I’m there. Well the list goes on but the point is that I generally hide these insecurities and try to work them out on my own.
But I’m going to do my best to learn to be vulnerable with you. To let go of this need to control everything that goes on around me. To let you in and trust that you will never let me fall and that even if I do, that you will catch me.
I’m giving you full permission here to push me to open up, to force me to let go of that control and just be vulnerable with you. Because everyone needs a reminder that they have an emotional safety net sometimes. And I’ll do the exact same for you.
Love,
Vi
Wednesday 1 August 2012
#19
Dear Jellybean,
I will be patient in finding you because I know G*d will lead me to you in due time. But until then, please keep being an amazing man. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
Until we meet,
xoxo
Vi
I will be patient in finding you because I know G*d will lead me to you in due time. But until then, please keep being an amazing man. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
Until we meet,
xoxo
Vi
Tuesday 31 July 2012
#18
Dear Jellybean,
I know your love is the kind of love that will be able to heal all of my painful wounds. Please, don’t stay in the future for too long, my body needs your soul.
xoxo
Vi
I know your love is the kind of love that will be able to heal all of my painful wounds. Please, don’t stay in the future for too long, my body needs your soul.
xoxo
Vi
Monday 30 July 2012
#17
Dear Jellybean,
Put your hand over your chest. Do you feel that? That thump, thump, thump? I know that you know it’s your heart, but do you know how much I’m going to cherish it? I’ll treat it as if it were my own.. With the utmost love and respect. I know words aren’t much without actions, but just read the rest of this for me.
Perfection isn’t something I’m looking for. I expect you to have bumps and bruises from your past because I do too. If you have trust issues, I’ll be patient in the task of earning your trust. If you’ve gone through a period where depression has enveloped your entire being, I will kiss your scars and be thankful that you’re still here with me. I’m not going to judge you on your past. Whatever happened before me is only important to me for understanding how you’ve become YOU.
I want to learn everything there is to know about you. From the inside out. Your fears, goals, desires, philosophical ideals.. Anything. I want to memorize the way you smile, the way your hair falls, the glint in your eye when something excites or intrigues you.
You’ll surprise me everyday with something about yourself. Don’t be ashamed or embarrassed to hold my hand in public. I want people to know I’m so unbelievably proud that your mine. Somehow I must’ve gotten lucky and had you put into my life.
But most of all I hope you don’t just want something short term. I don’t intend to grow fond of someone and have them rip the carpet out from underneath me again. It’s too painful for me to go through again. Cherish my heart.
This letter isn’t perfect. It doesn’t sum every daydream and fantasy I have of you. It’s a jumbled mess of me. I hope it makes you smile. Just know, I cannot wait to wrap my arms around you for the first time. To slide my fingers in between yours. To make you feel beautiful every day of your life.
Until that time comes, I’ll be patiently waiting for you and silently searching.
xoxo,
Vi
Put your hand over your chest. Do you feel that? That thump, thump, thump? I know that you know it’s your heart, but do you know how much I’m going to cherish it? I’ll treat it as if it were my own.. With the utmost love and respect. I know words aren’t much without actions, but just read the rest of this for me.
Perfection isn’t something I’m looking for. I expect you to have bumps and bruises from your past because I do too. If you have trust issues, I’ll be patient in the task of earning your trust. If you’ve gone through a period where depression has enveloped your entire being, I will kiss your scars and be thankful that you’re still here with me. I’m not going to judge you on your past. Whatever happened before me is only important to me for understanding how you’ve become YOU.
I want to learn everything there is to know about you. From the inside out. Your fears, goals, desires, philosophical ideals.. Anything. I want to memorize the way you smile, the way your hair falls, the glint in your eye when something excites or intrigues you.
You’ll surprise me everyday with something about yourself. Don’t be ashamed or embarrassed to hold my hand in public. I want people to know I’m so unbelievably proud that your mine. Somehow I must’ve gotten lucky and had you put into my life.
But most of all I hope you don’t just want something short term. I don’t intend to grow fond of someone and have them rip the carpet out from underneath me again. It’s too painful for me to go through again. Cherish my heart.
This letter isn’t perfect. It doesn’t sum every daydream and fantasy I have of you. It’s a jumbled mess of me. I hope it makes you smile. Just know, I cannot wait to wrap my arms around you for the first time. To slide my fingers in between yours. To make you feel beautiful every day of your life.
Until that time comes, I’ll be patiently waiting for you and silently searching.
xoxo,
Vi
Sunday 29 July 2012
#16
Dear Jellybean,
The old adage goes a picture is worth a thousand words, I wonder what they say about songs? Are they worth more than a thousand words or maybe a whole memory...
Did we have a first dance at our wedding? What was the song we chose? I hope it was one of these...
Our Possible Future Wedding Music
Listen to it and let me know what you think. Okay?
Until we waltz.
xoxo,
Vi
Saturday 28 July 2012
#15
Dear Jellybean,
Check out these pics -- the first one is actually somewhat of a dream of mine, albeit a bit cliched one. Who doesn't want to smooch someone like that in the pouring rain. Remember that AWESOME rain scene in The Notebook?
What? You never saw The Notebook? Don't worry. You will. How many times have I made you watch it yet?
"It's still not over"
*Sigh*
Oh, and don't even get me started on Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice, especially that lake scene...
What? You've never read the books or seen the movies? How much of a sheltered life did you live before I waltzed (yes, waltzed) into your life?
Isn't that how everyone wants to feel? To feel like someone can't breathe, someone can't sleep without you lying next to them, someone can't live without YOU? Maybe it's just another crazy thought of mine, but isn't that what love should be? Passionate. Enrapturing. Enduring. Swallows your heart whole?
And will I ever find it? Have you?
And you know what? I'm tired of people attacking me for believing in that fairytale. I'm sorry if I choose to be optimistic - some may call me unrealistic - but I feel like I have to keep believing that you're out there somewhere. I'm not saying fairy-tales don't come with some flaws and the occasional nightmare; I'm not as naive as all that, contrary to what some people may say. But isn't there a place for us where both can exist? Does it have to be one or the other ALL THE TIME?
I don't expect you to sweep me off my feet all the time (It's not your fault that you're not Jake Gyllenhaal or Ryan Gosling or Ryan Reynolds, opps, sorry it's not yet man candy Monday...), but that's the whole point. What I'm so looking forward to is falling in love with the real you. That's incredibly sexy, isn't it? To love someone with all their eccentricities and flaws? And Lord knows, you'll discover over the years that I have plenty of those. But we'll still love each. Not in spite of them, but because of them. Because I want to fall in love with YOU, not some version of you. And I'm sure you want to fall in love with the real me, right? I'm not going to give you some watered-down, artificially flavored, preservative-filled, low-calorie, zero-fat version of myself when I can give you the real thing. Life is just too short for all the fakeness, isn't it?
So, get ready, because as the song goes: "Hold on. I'm coming."
Until we meet...
xoxo,
Vi
Check out these pics -- the first one is actually somewhat of a dream of mine, albeit a bit cliched one. Who doesn't want to smooch someone like that in the pouring rain. Remember that AWESOME rain scene in The Notebook?
What? You never saw The Notebook? Don't worry. You will. How many times have I made you watch it yet?
"It's still not over"
*Sigh*
Oh, and don't even get me started on Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice, especially that lake scene...
What? You've never read the books or seen the movies? How much of a sheltered life did you live before I waltzed (yes, waltzed) into your life?
Isn't that how everyone wants to feel? To feel like someone can't breathe, someone can't sleep without you lying next to them, someone can't live without YOU? Maybe it's just another crazy thought of mine, but isn't that what love should be? Passionate. Enrapturing. Enduring. Swallows your heart whole?
And will I ever find it? Have you?
And you know what? I'm tired of people attacking me for believing in that fairytale. I'm sorry if I choose to be optimistic - some may call me unrealistic - but I feel like I have to keep believing that you're out there somewhere. I'm not saying fairy-tales don't come with some flaws and the occasional nightmare; I'm not as naive as all that, contrary to what some people may say. But isn't there a place for us where both can exist? Does it have to be one or the other ALL THE TIME?
I don't expect you to sweep me off my feet all the time (It's not your fault that you're not Jake Gyllenhaal or Ryan Gosling or Ryan Reynolds, opps, sorry it's not yet man candy Monday...), but that's the whole point. What I'm so looking forward to is falling in love with the real you. That's incredibly sexy, isn't it? To love someone with all their eccentricities and flaws? And Lord knows, you'll discover over the years that I have plenty of those. But we'll still love each. Not in spite of them, but because of them. Because I want to fall in love with YOU, not some version of you. And I'm sure you want to fall in love with the real me, right? I'm not going to give you some watered-down, artificially flavored, preservative-filled, low-calorie, zero-fat version of myself when I can give you the real thing. Life is just too short for all the fakeness, isn't it?
So, get ready, because as the song goes: "Hold on. I'm coming."
Until we meet...
xoxo,
Vi
Friday 27 July 2012
#14
Dear Jellybean,
Since I am Indian I always wonder what kind of wedding we'll have.
Will we have a Big Fat Bollywood wedding or maybe an inter-faith garden wedding with our nearest and dearest or will we go down to the courthouse and just get hitched?
You probably know by now that I don't subscribe to any specific religion but that I do believe in a higher power (but it isn't a deity or anything). I also want you to know that no matter what you believe (or even if you don't) I am happy to incorporate traditions from your culture/religion. I would love an interfaith marriage.
Maybe you're Christian, I don't mind doing a unity candle and having a reading from I Corinthians 13:4-8.
Or perhaps you follow Eastern Orthodox traditions, I would love to incorporate the Crowning ceremony into our special day. Maybe your family has Jewish roots, I would love to have a Ketubah and dance the Horah.
I can't wait to mix and match.
Until then...
xoxo
Vi
Since I am Indian I always wonder what kind of wedding we'll have.
Will we have a Big Fat Bollywood wedding or maybe an inter-faith garden wedding with our nearest and dearest or will we go down to the courthouse and just get hitched?
You probably know by now that I don't subscribe to any specific religion but that I do believe in a higher power (but it isn't a deity or anything). I also want you to know that no matter what you believe (or even if you don't) I am happy to incorporate traditions from your culture/religion. I would love an interfaith marriage.
Maybe you're Christian, I don't mind doing a unity candle and having a reading from I Corinthians 13:4-8.
Or perhaps you follow Eastern Orthodox traditions, I would love to incorporate the Crowning ceremony into our special day. Maybe your family has Jewish roots, I would love to have a Ketubah and dance the Horah.
I can't wait to mix and match.
Until then...
xoxo
Vi
Thursday 26 July 2012
#13
Dear Jellybean,
It's come to my attention that, sometimes, I can be an intimidating force -- like a force field of wind or hurricane not to be reckoned with. I do have a soft, gooey center, I promise, but I do admit that my concrete-like exterior has served as a buffer - a protective shield, if you will.
Was I really reserved and shy when we met? Did you fall in love with me right away, and was I practically oblivious to it? I'm sorry if I was. For so long, I figured that it would protect me from getting hurt - if I couldn't let anyone in, I wouldn't get hurt, right? WRONG. I got hurt, but not from other people who stomped on my heart and pureed it in the blender. No, no. My wounds, it turned, ended up being self-inflicted. I had been hurting myself for far too long, probably longer than I'd ever have let any stupid guy hurt me. I think I'm going to be struggling in this department always.
So slowly, but surely, I suppose I'm (at least) trying - trying to be open, trying to reach out, trying to stomp the shell I've been in instead of continuing to stomp on my own heart, which is, as you know, a beautiful, precious heart.
In the spirit of that, I feel it only fair to give you the home-court advantage (and no, I don't mean it in a kinky way, either; do we need to go over my prude rules again?). Here are some ways to begin to work your way into my heart....Here's the 411on how to approach me. You just might discover I'm not that intimidating after all; heck, I don't even bite...usually.
Eye-Contact Communication
This is numbero uno for me. as I said yesterday, the eyes are the windows to a person's soul, and there's nothing I like more than "eyeing" a guy from across the room. It's that sense of innocent, yet seduction flirtation that I like. NOTE: Guys, if you look me directly in the eyes when you speak to me (which you should anyway) and my reply is a bunch of mumbling nonsensical words and awkward hand gestures, I'm probably in love with you...or at least pretty close to it.
Smile
I can be shy at first, so a strong and confident smile is the key to putting me swiftly at ease. If I smile at you, don't get scared and think it's some sort of twitch from my disability. It means I really, really like you.
Break The Ice With Laughter
They say laughter is the best medicine for a very good reason, and it's especially true in the love game, I've found. I love a guy who can make me laugh, one of those spontaneous, genuine laughs are the best. For example, Young Guns last week just made my day when he showed me how he'd learned to juggle with Play-Doh. It's simple, yes, but it left me smiling the whole day. He was a mighty fine juggler too, I might add.
Just Talk To Me
Did you see this one coming? It seems so easy, doesn't it? Just come up to me and say "Hi..." Then I'll say "Hi..." and before you know it, we're picking out names for our children. Oh, wait, maybe that topic will scare you off again.....
xoxo,
Vi
It's come to my attention that, sometimes, I can be an intimidating force -- like a force field of wind or hurricane not to be reckoned with. I do have a soft, gooey center, I promise, but I do admit that my concrete-like exterior has served as a buffer - a protective shield, if you will.
Was I really reserved and shy when we met? Did you fall in love with me right away, and was I practically oblivious to it? I'm sorry if I was. For so long, I figured that it would protect me from getting hurt - if I couldn't let anyone in, I wouldn't get hurt, right? WRONG. I got hurt, but not from other people who stomped on my heart and pureed it in the blender. No, no. My wounds, it turned, ended up being self-inflicted. I had been hurting myself for far too long, probably longer than I'd ever have let any stupid guy hurt me. I think I'm going to be struggling in this department always.
So slowly, but surely, I suppose I'm (at least) trying - trying to be open, trying to reach out, trying to stomp the shell I've been in instead of continuing to stomp on my own heart, which is, as you know, a beautiful, precious heart.
In the spirit of that, I feel it only fair to give you the home-court advantage (and no, I don't mean it in a kinky way, either; do we need to go over my prude rules again?). Here are some ways to begin to work your way into my heart....Here's the 411on how to approach me. You just might discover I'm not that intimidating after all; heck, I don't even bite...usually.
Eye-Contact Communication
This is numbero uno for me. as I said yesterday, the eyes are the windows to a person's soul, and there's nothing I like more than "eyeing" a guy from across the room. It's that sense of innocent, yet seduction flirtation that I like. NOTE: Guys, if you look me directly in the eyes when you speak to me (which you should anyway) and my reply is a bunch of mumbling nonsensical words and awkward hand gestures, I'm probably in love with you...or at least pretty close to it.
Smile
I can be shy at first, so a strong and confident smile is the key to putting me swiftly at ease. If I smile at you, don't get scared and think it's some sort of twitch from my disability. It means I really, really like you.
Break The Ice With Laughter
They say laughter is the best medicine for a very good reason, and it's especially true in the love game, I've found. I love a guy who can make me laugh, one of those spontaneous, genuine laughs are the best. For example, Young Guns last week just made my day when he showed me how he'd learned to juggle with Play-Doh. It's simple, yes, but it left me smiling the whole day. He was a mighty fine juggler too, I might add.
Just Talk To Me
Did you see this one coming? It seems so easy, doesn't it? Just come up to me and say "Hi..." Then I'll say "Hi..." and before you know it, we're picking out names for our children. Oh, wait, maybe that topic will scare you off again.....
xoxo,
Vi
Wednesday 25 July 2012
#12
Dear Jellybean,
You were probably rather speechless when you met me, huh? It's Okay. I get it. I can be a bit overwhelming sometimes. So I think we've all established that pick-up lines are in desperate need of a makeover. Frankly, if a guy tried to use any on me, I'd probably burst out laughing, which would probably just crush the poor boy's self-esteem. We all know I'm not that heartless.
What I think I need are some custom-made pick-up lines, some that, when said by other men, will speak directly to me greatness.
Hope to see you soon.
xoxo,
Vi
You were probably rather speechless when you met me, huh? It's Okay. I get it. I can be a bit overwhelming sometimes. So I think we've all established that pick-up lines are in desperate need of a makeover. Frankly, if a guy tried to use any on me, I'd probably burst out laughing, which would probably just crush the poor boy's self-esteem. We all know I'm not that heartless.
What I think I need are some custom-made pick-up lines, some that, when said by other men, will speak directly to me greatness.
1. You're one in a million; no wonder God made you so unique.
2. Has anyone ever told you that you have the most precious, delicate hands in the world?
3. Tell me the story behind those eyes.
Hope to see you soon.xoxo,
Vi
Tuesday 24 July 2012
#11
Dear Jellybean,
Wow. So is this really my 11th letter to you, someone I have yet to even meet? I'm speechless. OK, well, not really speechless (trust me, you'll learn to love my Chatty Cathy ways, among other things), but it is quite a feat, isn't it? It's odd, but in all these letters I've written, I've honestly never had a picture of you in my head. I have no idea where we'll meet, what you'll look like and the more-likely-awkward things I'll say to you within the first 10 minutes of our date (I figure if that doesn't scare you away, nothing will).
Over the course of these 11 letters, I've laughed, I've said the wrong thing (more than once) and of course I've been my adorably dorky self. But the majority of letters have been about you, you, you. Take a look at this quote:
You know what it means to me? I haven't given myself enough credit, not just in these letters, but in my entire life. I've harped and criticized myself to near-death, and where has it gotten me? Yup. Nowhere. Not anywhere close to where I want to be. So you know what? I'll just say it: I'm going to rock your world. Trust me. Your life won't be complete until you meet me. You have no idea now, but your life is nowhere near as grand as it will be when you catch your first glimpse of me. I'm going to change your world, how you look at the world, how you look at people and especially how you look at yourself. It's going to be awesome, to say the least. I'm going to open up your world and expand your mind drug-free! When you meet me, you're going to inevitably say to yourself, "Damn, how did a girl like this stay single for so long?" and I'll say, "Because you took your sweet damn time finding your way to me." And then you'll laugh and I'll laugh. And then we'll pour ourselves a tall glass of Ice Tea at sunset...and maybe do other things.
Until we meet...
xoxo,
Vi
Wow. So is this really my 11th letter to you, someone I have yet to even meet? I'm speechless. OK, well, not really speechless (trust me, you'll learn to love my Chatty Cathy ways, among other things), but it is quite a feat, isn't it? It's odd, but in all these letters I've written, I've honestly never had a picture of you in my head. I have no idea where we'll meet, what you'll look like and the more-likely-awkward things I'll say to you within the first 10 minutes of our date (I figure if that doesn't scare you away, nothing will).
Over the course of these 11 letters, I've laughed, I've said the wrong thing (more than once) and of course I've been my adorably dorky self. But the majority of letters have been about you, you, you. Take a look at this quote:
You know what it means to me? I haven't given myself enough credit, not just in these letters, but in my entire life. I've harped and criticized myself to near-death, and where has it gotten me? Yup. Nowhere. Not anywhere close to where I want to be. So you know what? I'll just say it: I'm going to rock your world. Trust me. Your life won't be complete until you meet me. You have no idea now, but your life is nowhere near as grand as it will be when you catch your first glimpse of me. I'm going to change your world, how you look at the world, how you look at people and especially how you look at yourself. It's going to be awesome, to say the least. I'm going to open up your world and expand your mind drug-free! When you meet me, you're going to inevitably say to yourself, "Damn, how did a girl like this stay single for so long?" and I'll say, "Because you took your sweet damn time finding your way to me." And then you'll laugh and I'll laugh. And then we'll pour ourselves a tall glass of Ice Tea at sunset...and maybe do other things.
Until we meet...
xoxo,
Vi
Monday 23 July 2012
#10
Dear Jellybean,
Have you ever come across a quote that just screamed your name? I honestly think this quote was written for me. Is it worse to be an emotional slut or, well, the other kind of slut, which I obviously am not. I have this horrible habit of revealing too much, too soon with the guys I've got my eye on. Call it overeagerness or overexcited if you want, but I HATE this trait in a guy.
I'm doomed. That's it. I'm destined to be an emotional slut for the rest of my life. And the worst part is that you don't even have to give me some alcohol to get me to spill. I spill my emotions all over the floor at free will; honestly, I'm surprised the guy doesn't slip on the mess I always seem to make.
So I suppose I should apologize ahead of time (or would it be after the fact for you? I can't wrap my head around this time-difference thing). I'm probably going to say things at the wrong time, say things out of nowhere and just generally say everything that's on my mind. Or have I already?
What are your thoughts on emotional sluts? Is it a bad habit or a curse I'm destined to have for the rest of my life?
Until we meet...
xoxo,
Vi
"I revealed too much too soon. I was emotionally slutty."
--Carrie Bradshaw, Sex & The City
--Carrie Bradshaw, Sex & The City
Have you ever come across a quote that just screamed your name? I honestly think this quote was written for me. Is it worse to be an emotional slut or, well, the other kind of slut, which I obviously am not. I have this horrible habit of revealing too much, too soon with the guys I've got my eye on. Call it overeagerness or overexcited if you want, but I HATE this trait in a guy.
I'm doomed. That's it. I'm destined to be an emotional slut for the rest of my life. And the worst part is that you don't even have to give me some alcohol to get me to spill. I spill my emotions all over the floor at free will; honestly, I'm surprised the guy doesn't slip on the mess I always seem to make.
So I suppose I should apologize ahead of time (or would it be after the fact for you? I can't wrap my head around this time-difference thing). I'm probably going to say things at the wrong time, say things out of nowhere and just generally say everything that's on my mind. Or have I already?
What are your thoughts on emotional sluts? Is it a bad habit or a curse I'm destined to have for the rest of my life?
Until we meet...
xoxo,
Vi
Sunday 22 July 2012
#9
Dear Jellybean,
Where am I living now? I know that sounds like a strange question, but it's 2012, remember, and who knows the year in which you're reading this? We could be in a tiny apartment. Or in a sprawling farm house (wouldn't that be quaint?). Or we could be living in a New York City penthouse, me working as a Broadway star, and you...well, you can do whatever you want. I signed a prenup, didn't I?
Anyway, I may be forward thinking about the whole prenup thing, but I've always fancied living in a classic 1950s-style house. The small kitchen with the colored tiles, the carpeted living room with those awesome vintage lamps and the little knickknacks laying about.
What do you think of this house? Isn't it beautiful. Can't you just see our children's art on the fridge, or us sipping lemonade on the porch on a warm summer's evening? Or, how about sipping a martini at our bar? I can.
One caveat, though: Don't expect me to be Betty Draper incarnate a la Mad Men. The house may be vintage, but this girl (read: me) is so modern, I'm almost into the next century by now. Think you can handle that?
Oh, and of course you'll be responsible for all the yard work on said house. Who says you can't at least a little something old-fashioned for yourself?
Until we meet....
xoxo,
Vi
Where am I living now? I know that sounds like a strange question, but it's 2012, remember, and who knows the year in which you're reading this? We could be in a tiny apartment. Or in a sprawling farm house (wouldn't that be quaint?). Or we could be living in a New York City penthouse, me working as a Broadway star, and you...well, you can do whatever you want. I signed a prenup, didn't I?
Anyway, I may be forward thinking about the whole prenup thing, but I've always fancied living in a classic 1950s-style house. The small kitchen with the colored tiles, the carpeted living room with those awesome vintage lamps and the little knickknacks laying about.
What do you think of this house? Isn't it beautiful. Can't you just see our children's art on the fridge, or us sipping lemonade on the porch on a warm summer's evening? Or, how about sipping a martini at our bar? I can.
One caveat, though: Don't expect me to be Betty Draper incarnate a la Mad Men. The house may be vintage, but this girl (read: me) is so modern, I'm almost into the next century by now. Think you can handle that?
Oh, and of course you'll be responsible for all the yard work on said house. Who says you can't at least a little something old-fashioned for yourself?
Until we meet....
xoxo,
Vi
#7
Dear Jellybean,
It's September. It's everyone's favorite wedding season month (and my birth month too). A lot of friends and acquaintances, have gotten married in this hot, steamy month. And now that Wedding Season 2012 is approaching, my romantic mind (damn, you, romantic mind) can't help but linger over our wedding. I've probably told you this a billion times already (and you've probably just smiled and nodded, and maybe even unbuttoned your shirt collar a bit from feeling a tad bit suffocated), but I'm one of those cliched girls who's pictured her wedding day since she was 6.
So...what was it like? Did I make a lot of demands on you - I promise I'll really, really try to not to be a Bridezilla (Is that show even on anymore?). I do, however, have always had some ideas in mind, including:
The proposal:
You know those romantic proposals? Did we have one of those? Did you take me to a beautiful hillside in the fall or spring? Did you have my favorite root beer laid out on a blanket? Did you give a speech about how we are going to spend the rest of our lives together and you couldn't see yourself marrying anyone but me? Did you say that my disability is the last thing you care about and that you see the real me inside - and always will? Did you whip out a cute little ring for my cute little finger?
Or did I take the reins and propose to you? Because you know darn well that I'm not THAT old-fashioned. I'm not above asking you to marry me. And trust me, it'll be more romantic than you could ever dream of.
The Wedding
Here are some things I've always thought a wedding should have...did we have them?
--A simple ceremony, preferably outside in a garden
--Our own written vows (and don't worry...I can write yours for me if you need me to; I won't refuse to marry you if you're not a wordsmith)
--Pink flowers
--A limo for me, complete with a root beer and apple juice mini-bar. Oh, and some of those bags of Chex Mix, please.
Did I wear a dress like this from Style Me Pretty?
The Honeymoon
--Someplace quiet and exotic, where it's just the two of us. Istanbul? Rio De Jeniero?
--I can guarantee it's going to be the best honeymoon you'll ever have
Until we meet...
xoxo,
Vi
It's September. It's everyone's favorite wedding season month (and my birth month too). A lot of friends and acquaintances, have gotten married in this hot, steamy month. And now that Wedding Season 2012 is approaching, my romantic mind (damn, you, romantic mind) can't help but linger over our wedding. I've probably told you this a billion times already (and you've probably just smiled and nodded, and maybe even unbuttoned your shirt collar a bit from feeling a tad bit suffocated), but I'm one of those cliched girls who's pictured her wedding day since she was 6.
So...what was it like? Did I make a lot of demands on you - I promise I'll really, really try to not to be a Bridezilla (Is that show even on anymore?). I do, however, have always had some ideas in mind, including:
The proposal:
You know those romantic proposals? Did we have one of those? Did you take me to a beautiful hillside in the fall or spring? Did you have my favorite root beer laid out on a blanket? Did you give a speech about how we are going to spend the rest of our lives together and you couldn't see yourself marrying anyone but me? Did you say that my disability is the last thing you care about and that you see the real me inside - and always will? Did you whip out a cute little ring for my cute little finger?
Or did I take the reins and propose to you? Because you know darn well that I'm not THAT old-fashioned. I'm not above asking you to marry me. And trust me, it'll be more romantic than you could ever dream of.
The Wedding
Here are some things I've always thought a wedding should have...did we have them?
--A simple ceremony, preferably outside in a garden
--Our own written vows (and don't worry...I can write yours for me if you need me to; I won't refuse to marry you if you're not a wordsmith)
--Pink flowers
--A limo for me, complete with a root beer and apple juice mini-bar. Oh, and some of those bags of Chex Mix, please.
Did I wear a dress like this from Style Me Pretty?
The Honeymoon
--Someplace quiet and exotic, where it's just the two of us. Istanbul? Rio De Jeniero?
--I can guarantee it's going to be the best honeymoon you'll ever have
Until we meet...
xoxo,
Vi
Saturday 21 July 2012
#8
Dear Jellybean,
My grandparents have been married for 53 years this week. So, naturally, I've got weddings on my mind more than usual lately. I know the horrific people that brides can turn into. I've watched Bridezillas, and let me just say, it's not a pretty sight. That's why I never want to be that person: the whiny, "it has to be my way," queen on our wedding day. And I sincerely apologize if I was; I hope you tried to at least slap (metaphorically, of course; if you really slapped me, I'm taking your signed pre-nup and running...well, more like rolling, but you get the general idea here). Anyway, the point is that I've always fancied a low-key wedding - original, full of pizzazz and to the point. Ironically - or maybe more like a coincidence - those are the exact same words people have used to describe me.
So when I came across these photos, I couldn't help but think: WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THIS FIRST?? How awesome would it be to have a circus/town fair wedding?
I say we go for it? Are you game? Until we meet...
xoxo,
Vi
My grandparents have been married for 53 years this week. So, naturally, I've got weddings on my mind more than usual lately. I know the horrific people that brides can turn into. I've watched Bridezillas, and let me just say, it's not a pretty sight. That's why I never want to be that person: the whiny, "it has to be my way," queen on our wedding day. And I sincerely apologize if I was; I hope you tried to at least slap (metaphorically, of course; if you really slapped me, I'm taking your signed pre-nup and running...well, more like rolling, but you get the general idea here). Anyway, the point is that I've always fancied a low-key wedding - original, full of pizzazz and to the point. Ironically - or maybe more like a coincidence - those are the exact same words people have used to describe me.
So when I came across these photos, I couldn't help but think: WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THIS FIRST?? How awesome would it be to have a circus/town fair wedding?
I say we go for it? Are you game? Until we meet...
xoxo,
Vi
Friday 20 July 2012
#6
Dear Jellybean,
You've been on my mind more than usual lately. I don't know why. Maybe it's the warmer weather, the approaching wedding season or any of a billion other reasons. After the letter I wrote you last week, one of my friends made a very good observation (I know it was an exceptional observation since even I didn't pick up on it until now). She wondered why the majority of my letters were about you: what I'm looking for in you, where I think we'll meet, who I think you'll be, what I think my life will be like with you. That's all well and good, naturally, but then she asked why I never touched on what I'd bring to our lifetime love affair.
What would I have to offer you?
I needed to hear that question. Maybe I've been trying to avoid it, trying to neatly tuck it away in my subconscious. Maybe, worse, it never even registered on my radar. As I've said before, I often wonder if my sometimes overzealous self-esteem is just a front for my deep insecurities; almost as if I'm trying to convince myself that that I have a right to have a least a shred of self-esteem and self-confidence.
Oh, shoot. Look at me now...I'm further trying to dodge the question. Okay. Okay. So what can I give you that you were desperately living without before you met me?
But, really, though, I suppose at the heart of things I can promise that I'm going to love you more than anyone you could ever imagine. When I love someone, I LOVE them (and no, that is not meant in a stalker, you-are-mine-forever way). It just means I can promise you that I'll always love you for who you are - for your heart, your soul, for the person you are. That's probably why we fell in love in the first place - because you were the first guy ever to give me that in return. And that's the most special, most incredible gift you could ever give and receive, isn't it?
Just know that you're a very lucky man, sir.
Until we meet...
xoxo,
Vi
You've been on my mind more than usual lately. I don't know why. Maybe it's the warmer weather, the approaching wedding season or any of a billion other reasons. After the letter I wrote you last week, one of my friends made a very good observation (I know it was an exceptional observation since even I didn't pick up on it until now). She wondered why the majority of my letters were about you: what I'm looking for in you, where I think we'll meet, who I think you'll be, what I think my life will be like with you. That's all well and good, naturally, but then she asked why I never touched on what I'd bring to our lifetime love affair.
What would I have to offer you?
I needed to hear that question. Maybe I've been trying to avoid it, trying to neatly tuck it away in my subconscious. Maybe, worse, it never even registered on my radar. As I've said before, I often wonder if my sometimes overzealous self-esteem is just a front for my deep insecurities; almost as if I'm trying to convince myself that that I have a right to have a least a shred of self-esteem and self-confidence.
Oh, shoot. Look at me now...I'm further trying to dodge the question. Okay. Okay. So what can I give you that you were desperately living without before you met me?
I'm a nice girl (damn, I sound like Marcia Brady).
I'm a bit quirky, a little awkward, a lot left-of-center.
I frankly don't give a damn what other people think - and, as I'm sure you'll find out, sometimes I won't even care what you think (get ready, honey!)
I'm incredibly funny and charming. I don't have that filter between brain and mouth, I say what I mean and I mean what I say. That would explain why you just couldn't resist my allure when we met. It's not my fault I'm so damn fetching.
But, really, though, I suppose at the heart of things I can promise that I'm going to love you more than anyone you could ever imagine. When I love someone, I LOVE them (and no, that is not meant in a stalker, you-are-mine-forever way). It just means I can promise you that I'll always love you for who you are - for your heart, your soul, for the person you are. That's probably why we fell in love in the first place - because you were the first guy ever to give me that in return. And that's the most special, most incredible gift you could ever give and receive, isn't it?
Just know that you're a very lucky man, sir.
Until we meet...
xoxo,
Vi
Wednesday 18 July 2012
#5
Dear Jellybean,
I broke down and watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button over the weekend. I vowed I'd never see the movie, seeing as I just don't understand all the damn hype about Brad Pitt (he probably doesn't hold a candle to your cuteness), but, like all things pop culture, I just had to give in.
The movie was good, but the message underneath all the Brad Pitt "eye candy" really struck a nerve with me. At one point in the film, the love of his life (played by another one of my least faves, Cate Blanchett), questions how he could love her when she's so old and wrinkly.
His reply? "Not on the inside," meaning he saw beneath the layered surface, beyond those superficialities, beyond the physical body, beyond everything that, frankly, didn't matter in the end. Isn't that ultimately what everyone wants in the end? Not just to hear those words, but to know the person speaking them means every ounce of it?
I know you mean it; heck, you wouldn't be my husband if you didn't, that's for sure. But I just wonder - too often, probably - how long it's going to take me to find you. All I ever want is for someone to see me without seeing me. Does that make any sense? Yes, I want someone to look at me, but I don't want them to be repulsed, horrified or otherwise afraid of my inner package. I suppose I am somewhat vulnerable when it comes to showing people my scars, afraid of what they will think, afraid I'm some sort of reject. So why can't people see me for who I am beyond all that stuff? Maybe they do, and I just don't notice. Or maybe part of me simply doesn't want to notice because they would mean making myself vulnerable. I'm sure you learned early on just how much I thrive on being in control. Who knows, maybe it was one of the things that first attracted you into my web.
I guess at the end of the day, the question always is: If I want to truly love someone - and that involves seeing into their soul - why does it seem like that's such a hard thing for men to do for me? And, what made you any different from the rest of them?
I must admit, I'm getting more and more anxious to find out the answers.
Until we meet...
xoxo,
Vi
I broke down and watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button over the weekend. I vowed I'd never see the movie, seeing as I just don't understand all the damn hype about Brad Pitt (he probably doesn't hold a candle to your cuteness), but, like all things pop culture, I just had to give in.
The movie was good, but the message underneath all the Brad Pitt "eye candy" really struck a nerve with me. At one point in the film, the love of his life (played by another one of my least faves, Cate Blanchett), questions how he could love her when she's so old and wrinkly.
His reply? "Not on the inside," meaning he saw beneath the layered surface, beyond those superficialities, beyond the physical body, beyond everything that, frankly, didn't matter in the end. Isn't that ultimately what everyone wants in the end? Not just to hear those words, but to know the person speaking them means every ounce of it?
I know you mean it; heck, you wouldn't be my husband if you didn't, that's for sure. But I just wonder - too often, probably - how long it's going to take me to find you. All I ever want is for someone to see me without seeing me. Does that make any sense? Yes, I want someone to look at me, but I don't want them to be repulsed, horrified or otherwise afraid of my inner package. I suppose I am somewhat vulnerable when it comes to showing people my scars, afraid of what they will think, afraid I'm some sort of reject. So why can't people see me for who I am beyond all that stuff? Maybe they do, and I just don't notice. Or maybe part of me simply doesn't want to notice because they would mean making myself vulnerable. I'm sure you learned early on just how much I thrive on being in control. Who knows, maybe it was one of the things that first attracted you into my web.
I guess at the end of the day, the question always is: If I want to truly love someone - and that involves seeing into their soul - why does it seem like that's such a hard thing for men to do for me? And, what made you any different from the rest of them?
I must admit, I'm getting more and more anxious to find out the answers.
Until we meet...
xoxo,
Vi
Tuesday 17 July 2012
#4
Dear Jellybean,
I'm like one of those pretty, blue Tiffany boxes:
Good things come in small packages.
What young girl (and yes, I still do consider myself young) doesn't dream of a pretty, sparkly engagement ring? I've been dreaming of mine since, well, probably since I was in kindergarten. Check out some of the rings that made my list from BlueNile.com
What young girl (and yes, I still do consider myself young) doesn't dream of a pretty, sparkly engagement ring? I've been dreaming of mine since, well, probably since I was in kindergarten. Check out some of the rings that made my list from BlueNile.com
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So if you ever have some extra cash stashed away, feel free to FedEx me some beautiful bling!
What are your favorite styles?
xoxo,
Vi
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