This is not really a love letter but it's a love story. I met my husband back in grade school. He use to pick on me and call me names. On time when we were outside on the playground he throw a basketball at my face and broke my glasses. He now tells me that he did that because he liked me. But I thought that he didn't like me. We dated off and on all the way through high school. He was the bad boy type and every girl wanted him. So I broke up with him. Thinking that I could get over him.

I did find someone else. We had two girls together. But he didn't want any our second daughter so he left. My husband got married and had two children too. They ended up getting a divorce. I seen him again at a store and we started talking. As soon as I seen him I was drawn to him. We dated for a while. Since the we have got married and have two beautiful little girls. My husband is going to adopt my girls from my other relationship. We are a big happy family.!

I'm so glad that I met my husband a long time ago. He is my soul mate. He is my best friend. He walks into the room and I still get butterflies in the stomach. I hope everyone in the world can find someone that does that to them. Because if that does happen don't let that person go. That you for letting me tell you my story.

[submitted 05/12/03]