#log letters

My Muse,

You’ve been acting suspiciously lately. Sure, you think you can fool me, but your methods of pulling away, thinking I wouldn’t notice anything haven’t really worked. If anything, I’ve been more suspicious and have had to dig into the matter.

To be honest, I thought it was some medical issue, and I was ready to raze all doctors and hospitals to the ground so they’d heal you, but color me surprised, you’re pregnant.

Did you think I wouldn’t find out, my little minx? When I first found out, I chose to remain silent so you could surprise me. Which happened earlier tonight before you fell asleep in my arms, mumbling about wanting a girl and possible baby names.

Side note, it better be a girl who’s as feisty as you and an art genius like me. The best of both worlds.

I’ve never seen you as happy as when I hugged and kissed you and told you I’d impregnate you with a dozen children if that’s what you want. I mean it, Mia. You can have as many children as you like and I’ll protect you and them until my last breath.

I’ve seen you open your own business while still being involved with your sister on your parents’ mafia side. I’ve seen you thrive as much if not more than me while being my wife and muse and the love of my goddamn life. So I know you’ll nail being a mother just like everything else.

You’re bigger than the world while still being my whole fucking world.

You’re asleep now, but I’m off to start making you statues for every stage of your pregnancy and will add them to the whole house that’s already filled with statues of you.

A few hundred years from now, they’ll find all my creations of you and realize no man has ever loved a woman the way I love you.

To our new life together as your favorite person and the father of your children, Mrs. King

Your Mr. King,

My Dear Lisichka,

I have no reason to write this letter. No, I do. But maybe it’s that I don’t know how to write letters.

Today marks our first anniversary. One year since you said I do and became fully and irrevocably mine. I’m sure I’m not supposed to be possessive or over the top in letters, but I can’t help it. Every day you spend by my side feels like a dream that I’ll soon wake up from, and there won’t be your little smiles or soft touches or nerdy habits. I’ll wake up and be homeless without you.

And I can’t live without you, Cecily. The other day, you fell and twisted your ankle, and I saw my life flash before my eyes, and for some reason, most of the images were filled with you.

So you are my life, Cecily.

Over the past few years we’ve been together, I’ve seen you thrive and grow into this strong woman while keeping that pure core I fell in love with. I love how you make it your mission to help others, how deeply you get involved in turning the world into a better place while being a perfect daughter and daughter in law.

My parents think they hit the jackpot with you, and they even treat you like a daughter and it’s my biggest pride.

But that’s not all I’m proud of you for. I’m proud you manage to be the anchor of your friend group and selflessly help your clients. But most of all, I’m proud you’re my beloved wife.

You still wrap your arms around me every night, wanting to recharge. You still look at me like I’m your god, just like I look at you like you’re my goddess.

You’re my safety, my refuge, and the one person I can be completely myself with.

I know it wasn’t easy to integrate into my world, but you made it feel effortless. I love you more every day, every hour, and every second. I feel like if I love you any more, I’ll burst and you’ll patiently put me back together again, because you’re my world.

Here’s to eighty more anniversaries where I’m yours and you’re mine.

Now And Always,

Little Purple,

I started writing a note about my wedding vows, but I decided to write you this letter as well and slip it under your pillow on our wedding morning.

I still can’t believe you’ll be my wife. The mother of my children (who better look like you, just saying). I’m the luckiest man alive to have someone like you by my side. My life started as a mistake, and I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you, but I will spend the rest of my days showing you exactly how much you mean to me, Annika.

I’ll apologize for all the pain I put you through until my last breath. I’ll paint the world in shades of your favorite color, purple. I’ll learn cooking so you don’t get… tired. I’ll do everything in my power to ensure you’re always smiling.

I love how your face brightens up upon seeing me. How your nose scrunches and your eyes become glittery. I want to see that for the rest of my days, and for that, I’ll be the man worthy of Annika Volkova. Tomorrow, Annika King.

God, the thought of seeing you in a purple dress tomorrow as I make you my wife feels ethereal. You might have been interested in me first, but I’m the one who’s fallen head over heels for you, my little purple. The idea of being without you is unfathomable.

I can’t wait to rip that dress off, Mrs. King

Your Soon-To-Be-Husband,

Dear Little Rabbit,

I write this letter to you as you sleep in the next room, snoring softly. I know you always say you don’t snore, but you do sometimes and it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever witnessed.

That aside, I wanted to write you this letter so you’re well aware of how much you mean to me. The other day, when you slid down the hill while we were hiking in Peru, I told you we wouldn’t do that anymore. Hiking, I mean. And you said I was being dramatic.

Maybe I was. Maybe I shouldn’t have felt as if my life were ending when I couldn’t catch you in time. Maybe I shouldn’t have felt as if my heart had stopped beating until you forced a grin and told me you were ‘totally’ all right, just so I’d stop pulling a long face. A lot of things shouldn’t have happened, but the only thing I felt was complete and utter terror. Me, terrorized? I know, that would be blasphemous.

But the truth is, you fundamentally changed my life, baby, and I’m here, completely helpless to things that are out of my control, such as fucking dirt.

He’ll be hearing from me. The dirt. No one gets to harm you, even unintentionally, and walk away unscathed. You’ll call me overdramatic and over the top again, but that’s what I’ve always loved about you, Glyn. Your ability to call me out without a second thought. It’s how I knew you were the only one for me.

And I will spend the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me.

You say I’m your monster, but you’re the one who tamed this monster, baby. I’m making you my wife in one week, and I’ll spend my life being yours as much as you’re mine.

With Love Bites,