Your hair, once dark, has gone all gray - and yet you look better than ever. You must just be a natural beauty.

You're in better shape than women 20 years younger. (Must be all the yoga.)

Your love for your family shines through when I see the way you dote upon your young children.

Girl, whatever you are doing, keep doing it.

Dear Guy Who makes me Lychee Salads,

I see you with your tattoos, sprinkling salt over the salads, moving gracefully through the kitchen, you staring into the dimly lit dining room making out the service. You smile, you push up your sleeves, and serve amuse bouches, deep drying onion ring crisps to perfection. You are clean shaven and all I can think about is what it would be like for you to eat me tonight, as I take a bite of perfectly barbecued brisket.

Would you taste me as I taste you?

Anonymous wrote:It's your curls that kill me and I have never been much for hair but I love yours. People often comment about your looks as unfortunate but I wouldn't change a thing. I've felt this attraction for years but I have a dh. Even he has accused me of a silly crush on you Benedict Cumberbatch.

I silently think about you while my husband and I make love. I imagine that it's your curls through my fingers, that it's your soft lips kissing me. I know it's completely irrational, but when you look at me, I feel like you are staring into my soul. You speak, and your posh English accent makes me melt. I am yours, forever, my darling Benedict Cumberbatch.

I keep holding on to that little moment in time when everything was perfect with us and we were so in love. 3 years later, I know you moved on but I still think about it and wish we could go back.

I really really want to have a crush on you because you are so handsome. But you are really into your wife and not into me.

It's your curls that kill me and I have never been much for hair but I love yours. People often comment about your looks as unfortunate but I wouldn't change a thing. I've felt this attraction for years but I have a dh. Even he has accused me of a silly crush on you Benedict Cumberbatch.

I see you at pickups and drop-offs, we catch a glance, exchange a brief hello, but nothing more. It’s been years of this. When I was pregnant you said I was glowing and looked amazing; I melted like a school girl.

We are from different backgrounds and cultures yet I fantasize about what could be, a simple lucky day where you say, “Hey wanna grab coffee?” ...and we wind up waking up together.

I was drawn to you. Like a magnet. We had some fun but I wish I would have dared to create the opportunity to get to know you better. Instead, i did the exact opposite. I ran. It was better not to get too close.

I’ll always remember your hazel eyes, your widows peak, your hands, your sexy voice, and your wit. I had butterflies too.

Weirdly yours

Anonymous wrote:Hannah-

I know you will see this, if you do, let me know how I know it is you responding.

Still shake my head wondering how special you are.

hey its me ur friend Hannah

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Putting it all out there. Quite certain you'll do nothing with it as you've been doing all this time. Somehow you have made me the witch in all this. It's completely unfair, but still I'm willing even though I'm certain to regret it. If it works great! If not it can't hurt worse than it already does, and at least I'll know.

He's staying with his wife, huh?

No I'm not a hoe wouldn't go after a married man. I grew up with a cheating father and it was devastating. I wouldn't do that to another family. Just a guy I cared about who I thought cared about me. I finally told him and he doesn't feel the same. That's how life goes.

Hannah-

I know you will see this, if you do, let me know how I know it is you responding.

Still shake my head wondering how special you are.

I still think about you almost 20 years later and wish I had had the courage to tell you how much I liked you when you played your guitar on the front porch of our dorm.

We went out separate ways, but I still blush and smile when your name floats through my mind. It would have never worked long term and we’ve both moved on, but you’ll always bring light to my heart.

(Also there’s not a chance this isn’t evident on my face, so I’ll probably avoid you like the plague for a few to all the years ahead.)

[during the play 'Senza Mamma']

Genco Abbandando : Vito, how do you like my little angel? Isn't she beautiful?

Vito Corleone : She's very beautiful. To you, she's beautiful. For me, there's only my wife and son.

You have the kindest, purest eyes I've ever seen. You're the only one whose compliments I care about, and you're always so generous with them. You're quietly considerate, and you're a good soul.

I wish we'd met each other before our respective spouses.