Dear Peter,

Yesterday you wrote me a letter saying you’re worried I might get sick of how much you love me. 

How silly is that? 

I love you and I love how much you love me. I love that you’re so crushy and swoonybutt. I feel very lucky to have a boyfriend who is off his butt in love with me. It’s rare, you know?

A lot of people don’t have our kind of love. Heck, I’ve never had our kind of love before. And it’s so special to me. I will never, ever take it for granted and I will never, ever get sick of it. Never.

I will hold it close and protect it and keep it safe. Forever.

Love,
Ashley 

Dear Ashley,

Sometimes I worry that you’ll get sick of how much I crush on you.

That you’ll tire of me saying “man, you’re pretty” and “You’re so cute!” many, many times a day.

That you’ll stop being charmed by how I swoonysmile at you.

That my adoring will be… too much.

But then I remember that you love me.

That I’ve been like this since the start.

And, really, how bad can it be to be reminded of how awesome you are every day? :)

So I’ve decided to keep adoring you openly.

The best kind of love is balls-out love.

And I’m the balls-outiest!

Yeah I said it.

POUNCEKISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

I love you.

Love,
Peter

Dear Peterlou,

One of my favorite things about you is that you’re always on my side. 

When I’m cranky and snap at you or when I’m about to cry because I can’t decide if I should go to yoga or a wine and cheese tasting…

You’re supportive, patient, and kind. You understand. You have my back. 

You never make me feel crazy or ridiculous.

And when I finally take off my crazy pants, you’re there, waiting for me. We jump back in, right where we were. You don’t bring up the past or make me feel anything less than loved. 

Seriously, you’re the best one. 

Thank you for always being mine and for always being you.

Love,
Ashley 

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Dear Ashley,

You know how pretty much every other night, as we get ready for bed, you say,

<sleepyvoice>”Poop. I forgot your love letter.”</sleepyvoice>

And I’m all, “Mmmmmhmmmm.” *stinkeye*

My eye isn’t really all that stinky.

Mostly because you then tell me why you love me.

Which is even better because I get to hear it in your lovely voice.

Then it echos in my ears and heart as I drift off to sleep.

I love that.

And you.

Even if you are a forgetful butt.

Love,
Peter 

Goooood morning, Ashley.

I love planning things for you.

Fun things.

Awesome things.

SURPRISE things.

But.

But here’s the thing:

You’re my best friend and I love telling you everything and sometimes it’s hard to keep the secrets!!

Whew.

I love you.

A bunch.

I can’t even keep track of how much of my day is spent thinking of ways to make you smile.

Mostly because I want you to be so happy.

But partially because your smile absolutely melts me.

I mean, can you blame me?

You’ve seen that thing!

Swoonyboots!

Love,
Peter 

Dear Peter,

Sometimes I think back to a time before you were my boyfriend. (It was a sad time, really.)

I think back to when you were just some boy I vaguely knew online, a boy whose blog I read and thought to myself, “You know, Ashley, you really deserve a boy like that.”

I think back to when we first started talking and I was so nervous with a tummy full of excited butterflies, hoping you would chose me to be your girl and hoping that it wasn’t just a passing moment of flirtation.

And here we are. Almost two years later. Madly and completely in love. Smitten. 

You’re my boyfriend and I’m your girlfriend and I’ve never been happier. 

Foreverlove,
Ashley 

Hi Ashley!

I love your silliness.

I really do.

I love the random songs you make up.

I LOVE when you break into dance when we’re talking.

I love the things your lovely brain comes up.

It’s a tonne of fun.

And I need that.

I need someone who makes me smile.

And you, really, really, really, really do that.

I love you.

Love,
Peter

 

dear ashley
there’s a countdown
in my head
there’s a countdown
that starts
as the time gets closer
to us seeing each other
again
my whole body
feels it
as i prepare
my eyes
bracing themselves
for how you’re somehow even
lovelier
in person
my hands aching
in anticipation
of getting to touch you
to soothe you
to excite you
to tell the story
of the love
i feel
my lips
waiting
wanting
to kiss
up
and
up
your neck 
it’s better to give
than receive
goosebumps
i think
no matter
how much i remember
no matter
how much i dream
real you
in person you
is always much
more
amazing
so
i really
really
mean it
when i sign things
to you
with
love
peter