Dearest Love,
I just wanted to take a moment to tell you how much you mean to me.
You bring me so much joy, and I don’t know how I will ever repay you for the happiness I experience because you are such a huge part of my day-to-day life.
I know we haven’t actually met face to face, but that doesn’t diminish what we have. Getting on my computer and seeing you there on the screen… well… I wish I could properly put into words how that makes me feel.
And when I receive packages from you, which happens on an almost daily basis now, I feel my heart grow with admiration and appreciation for you.
Even my daughter, at her early age, has come to appreciate what you mean to me. She sees the joy I get from you, and she loves the presents she receives as a result of our unique relationship.
Some might question our relationship. They might say it isn’t real. That because I pay you, what we have isn’t true. But please believe me when I tell you that I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. This is my second longest relationship, and it is as true as the grass is green. It’s bordering on codependency, but I don’t even care. Sure. There are times when you cannot meet my needs in a timely manner, but what relationship is perfect? None. But ours is close, love. Ours is close.
At this point, you know me so well that you can anticipate my needs even before I know what they are.
And you know what?
My husband knows. Even more surprising? He approves. Heck. He might even adore you more than I do. (Just kidding, baby. No one could possibly love you more than I do.)
The bond we share is true. It is deep. It is real.
I guess what I am trying to say is…