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Imagine you're so small and cold and scared but there's smaller ones that are smaller and colder and more scared. I'm going to cry
Text of the letter:
We get old and get used to each other. We think alike. We read each others minds. We know what the other wants without asking. Sometimes we irritate each other a little bit. Maybe sometimes take each other for granted.
But once in awhile, like today, I meditate on it and realize how lucky I am to share my life with the greatest woman I ever met. You still fascinate and inspire me. You influence me for the better. You’re the object of my desire, the #1 Earthly reason for my existence. I love you very much.
Happy Birthday Princess.
John
A heartfelt birthday message from Johnny Cash to his beloved wife June has been voted the greatest love letter of all time.
The simple, but plainly expressed missive in which the singer dubbed the Man in Black writes ‘you’re the object of my desire, the #1 Earthly reason for my existence,’ has topped a list of passionate penmanship.
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My great grandma, Violet Leib. It runs in the family.