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心动的情话英文情书
My Dearest,
As I sit down to write this, my heart overflows with emotions that words can barely capture. You are the sun in my sky, the moon in my night, and the beat of my heart. Every moment without you feels incomplete, and every thought of you fills me with joy.
From the first moment I met you, I knew there was something extraordinary about you. Your laughter is the melody that dances in my mind, and your smile is the light that brightens my days. You have a way of making even the simplest things feel magical, and your presence fills my world with a sense of peace and belonging.
I want to tell you that you mean the world to me. You are my best friend, my confidant, and my greatest love. I cherish every memory we share, and I look forward to creating even more beautiful moments together. You are my everything, and I am so grateful to have you in my life.
With all my heart,
[Your Name]
A Heartfelt Letter to My Dearest Love
My Dearest [Girlfriend"s Name],
How can I begin to express the overwhelming amount of feelings I have for you? It"s like trying to capture lightning in a bottle—electric, spontaneous, and utterly breathtaking. But don’t worry, I’m starting to get "better" at it—one heartfelt, slightly ridiculous confession at a time.
First off, let’s talk about the most mind-blowing, human-invented, heart-stirring thing that’s ever happened to me: falling for you. What if I told you that I’m not madly in love with you because you’re perfect? I’m in love with all of the beautiful, flawed, wonderful little things that make "you", "you". Like how you hum a wrong note when you’re nervous but it still somehow sounds magical. Or the fact that you can debate mac and pc for hours but you know "exactly" what I’m talking about when I describe a great dad joke. Or, please never stop laughing at my terrible puns and sarcastic remarks.
And God, do I ever write you off sometimes, trying to fool myself into thinking you’re not enough (you really know how to push my buttons with all those little vibes you send my way!). But my love, I’m learning—if I truly hate you, I would barricade myself in a room with no Wi-Fi. But instead, I smile. I giggle even. I stay. I cherish. So stick around, because I’m starting to see what’s really going on, and I am "never" leaving your side.
Now, let’s rewind for a second: I don’t just love you—I worship you. Okay, a little tongue-in-cheek, but hear me out. Every soulmate is supposed to be Breathtakingly Perfect, something clearly not in my gene pool, but I’d change my DNA "if only" to write your name one thousand times in a notebook. You make me see things differently. You bring music out of me that I never knew existed. You turn my hopes into cheers and my misunderstood puzzles into easy answers.
If we were writing this in a book, the love story would start with: Once upon a time, I met someone who captured my breath, my mind, my soul—and my wallet (probably). Every meeting felt too good to be true, but you made it "not" impossible. So here I am, already way into the “someday we’ll have to face dragons together” chapter, and I think about you constantly. Constantly.
It’s funny, though. I’ve spent my life wondering “Which part of the guy makes the girl fall for me?” But all it took was seeing that exact expression flash across your face when I gave you that incredibly simple ice cream scoop. I looked at your smile and suddenly realized love isn’t a puzzle with thousands of pieces. It’s just… you. And me.
Now, I know some parts of the romance game have been rough for you lately (Hey, remember that time I left my keys in the car when we were heading to the coast, and we ended up wasting the whole day trying to drive around in circles? Been there, love). But honestly? I love you so much that even my mediocre attempts at being perfect oftentimes stand the test of your patience. And I’ll always try harder. I swear.
Come to think of it, are you hoping for me to grow up and settle down into a dull, routine-lover? I wish I was someone who took elaborate vacations and avoided conflict. But here’s the thing—you love "me"; you love my humor, my suitably dramatic reaction to trivial everyday troubles, my dorky interest in pop culture, my silly inclinations and my sticky moments. So I’m sticking with my natural — and heartwarming — self.
I love that you say I"m forever 18 in your eyes. I love that you find me adorable instead of annoying. I love teasing you with those confusing little puzzles only you seem to know the answer to, because you"re my clue, my signature, my ultimate password.
My love—you are so many things to so many people, and I’m so incredibly lucky that I get to be your guy. Now, you don’t have to like everything I do, because you probably couldn"t even be "me" if you tried. No, instead, I love that you can roll your eyes at the same time I can over something, or imagine the worst-case scenario in our wildest adventures together. You bring out the best in my humor, the best in my understanding, and the best in my heart.
Okay, okay, I’m hyped. But the point is—I fall for you even more with every day. And I’d fall for you if from now until the end of time we never left the bed we were just about to crawl into.
That’s not a fragile hope.
That’s my hope.
To everything,
The Guy Who Still Falls For You✨
"P.S. Living in this romance kinda feels like folding time out of paper—it’s got to be good for me, right? But hey. I’d be lost if I didn’t get to spend it with you."