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you.
He couldn’t possibly be any more amazing.
Me: Love you.
I send my text and lay back, closing my eyes with a permanent smile on my face. I’m not sure if it’s possible to sleep and smile simultaneously, but if it were I definitely would.
Standing outside his door I don’t knock because there’s an envelope with my name attached to it. I reach out and pull it off the door and flip it over, perplexed by what it could be. On the edge of where it’s sealed it reads: Open Me . I look up and around and smile. What is he up to? Slowly, I open it, revealing a plain, solid, deep forest green card with an embossed letter C on it, for Calloway, I presume. When I open the card it has handwriting in black ink.
Dear Candace,
This is the first of my introductions of my favorite things to you. Although, I don’t think knowing each other’s favorite things is all that important, I know it’s important to you that we know more about one another. So I shall educate you on all things Brisban Dexter Calloway. (See what I did there? Now, you know my middle name, too.)
This card is my favorite color. It has always been my favorite color. The day I saw your photo online it was this color I saw in your eyes and I couldn’t look away. In turn, I guess you could say Candace Greene is my favorite shade off all the colors in the world.
You’ll find your key to my place under the welcome mat. Please use it. Inside you’ll be greeted with more of my favorites. I hope you enjoy them as I much as I do.
All My Love,
B
I’m stunned and overwhelmed. I stand here staring at the letter and I’m overcome with emotions. This man is completely in another realm when it comes to being amazingly romantic and thoughtful. Flipping the key over I reach out and place it in the keyhole and turn the knob. When I open the door I see a trail of yellow petals from a flower on the floor. My eyes scan the room but I don’t see Brisban anywhere. I shut the door behind me and rest my purse on a nearby entryway table. Step by step I follow the petals until I’m in the center of his living room. On the coffee table is a large vase, full of beautiful sunflowers. Another envelope is attached.
Sunflowers are my favorite flower. I know you’re probably thinking ‘what man has a favorite flower,’ right? Well, I do. It was my great-grandmother’s favorite and when I was a child she had them all over in the field behind her house and in the flower garden in the front. I would run through them, looking up at how tall and strong they were; even when the wind blew hard they stood tall. They remind me of an innocent and happy time in my life and always bring a smile to my face. Native Americans say Sunflowers bring bounty and happiness. Maybe you were a sunflower in another life because that’s exactly what you have done for me. You’ve brought me a happiness that is as bright as the yellow of these petals.
I can barely contain myself. Where is he? I need to wrap my arms around him and never let go. My eye is suddenly caught by a remote control on the table. It has a ribbon tied around it and another note.
Push Play and then open it reads on the outside of the small envelope.
I’m not sure where to aim it so I just push the play button like his note instructed. As soon as I push it the room is filled with music. I open the envelope.
I love music. Music has been there for me in my lowest times. I have many favorites when it comes to music but I have to say this musician is my number one right now. It’s Sam Smith and this is his acoustical version of Latch. Every time I listen to the lyrics of this song, you’re all I can see. Every word resonates with how I feel about you. You have caused me to let every one of my inhibitions and limits go. I’ve definitely latched on to you and all I ever want from now until forever is to have you in my life.
As you can see I’m a very romantic man. Some see this
He couldn’t possibly be any more amazing.
Me: Love you.
I send my text and lay back, closing my eyes with a permanent smile on my face. I’m not sure if it’s possible to sleep and smile simultaneously, but if it were I definitely would.
Standing outside his door I don’t knock because there’s an envelope with my name attached to it. I reach out and pull it off the door and flip it over, perplexed by what it could be. On the edge of where it’s sealed it reads: Open Me . I look up and around and smile. What is he up to? Slowly, I open it, revealing a plain, solid, deep forest green card with an embossed letter C on it, for Calloway, I presume. When I open the card it has handwriting in black ink.
Dear Candace,
This is the first of my introductions of my favorite things to you. Although, I don’t think knowing each other’s favorite things is all that important, I know it’s important to you that we know more about one another. So I shall educate you on all things Brisban Dexter Calloway. (See what I did there? Now, you know my middle name, too.)
This card is my favorite color. It has always been my favorite color. The day I saw your photo online it was this color I saw in your eyes and I couldn’t look away. In turn, I guess you could say Candace Greene is my favorite shade off all the colors in the world.
You’ll find your key to my place under the welcome mat. Please use it. Inside you’ll be greeted with more of my favorites. I hope you enjoy them as I much as I do.
All My Love,
B
I’m stunned and overwhelmed. I stand here staring at the letter and I’m overcome with emotions. This man is completely in another realm when it comes to being amazingly romantic and thoughtful. Flipping the key over I reach out and place it in the keyhole and turn the knob. When I open the door I see a trail of yellow petals from a flower on the floor. My eyes scan the room but I don’t see Brisban anywhere. I shut the door behind me and rest my purse on a nearby entryway table. Step by step I follow the petals until I’m in the center of his living room. On the coffee table is a large vase, full of beautiful sunflowers. Another envelope is attached.
Sunflowers are my favorite flower. I know you’re probably thinking ‘what man has a favorite flower,’ right? Well, I do. It was my great-grandmother’s favorite and when I was a child she had them all over in the field behind her house and in the flower garden in the front. I would run through them, looking up at how tall and strong they were; even when the wind blew hard they stood tall. They remind me of an innocent and happy time in my life and always bring a smile to my face. Native Americans say Sunflowers bring bounty and happiness. Maybe you were a sunflower in another life because that’s exactly what you have done for me. You’ve brought me a happiness that is as bright as the yellow of these petals.
I can barely contain myself. Where is he? I need to wrap my arms around him and never let go. My eye is suddenly caught by a remote control on the table. It has a ribbon tied around it and another note.
Push Play and then open it reads on the outside of the small envelope.
I’m not sure where to aim it so I just push the play button like his note instructed. As soon as I push it the room is filled with music. I open the envelope.
I love music. Music has been there for me in my lowest times. I have many favorites when it comes to music but I have to say this musician is my number one right now. It’s Sam Smith and this is his acoustical version of Latch. Every time I listen to the lyrics of this song, you’re all I can see. Every word resonates with how I feel about you. You have caused me to let every one of my inhibitions and limits go. I’ve definitely latched on to you and all I ever want from now until forever is to have you in my life.
As you can see I’m a very romantic man. Some see this
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