From: J, South America
To: B, New York

You are an angel sent to me from heaven, Bee.
I met you and I felt alive again. I’m even more passionate about life. Now I’m not just going with the flow and plans I made before, but realizing I can make new plans, change my plans and still have the same outcome I wanted to begin with. I’ve learned to be more patient about changes and that there are steps that need to be taken before they take place.

With you I experienced the deepest, strongest, most amazing feelings (both love and lust related). I gave myself away in a way I never imagined possible without regreting a single moment.

Because of you I have searched better things for me in life. Even better than I was used to before.

After I met you I was able to have a new perspective in life.

I really recognize how much I am worth now. When you treated me so perfectly I felt like the best person alive. When you didn’t treat me so well, that’s when I realized I liked and deserved to be treated perfectly, no less.

I am sorry I couldn’t tell you this before. I had to shut you off to let you go.

I just couldn’t allow you to hurt me again. I want to keep these nice feelings with me. I want to love you forever. And now I feel I can.

I can still say I’m not afraid of dying anymore, because it’s hard to wish for something bigger or better than what I have lived with you and after I met you.

Thank you for everything sweetheart.
I will always love you,

Jay.

From: Loraine, 32, Vancouver BC
To: Jason (my fiance), age 31, Vancouver

Dearest Jay

I still feel butterflies within me when we’re apart for a few hours and I
see your smile again.
I am so excited to spend the rest of my life with you.
Passion!
It’s always been about passion.
Love, Loraine

From: Poya , Iran
TO : Niloofar , Iran.

(The message is in Persian language)

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Poya

From: Mom (Mary) in Detroit, MI, USA
To: My Daughter Sara, in Syracuse, NY, USA

Sara, I love you and miss you and hope to see you soon!,
love Mom

Desiree - Kissing You (Romeo and Juliet, OST)

From: your “babe”, USA
To: my handsome man, USA

It still amazes me how quickly love captured us!
I love you…I never imagined those tender words escaping my lips so soon.
How did this happen?!?!?
When did my heart decide it was to be with yours?
I wish I had a warning…something, ANYTHING to prepare me for this…

From Luis, 40, Tenerife at Canary Islands, Spain
To: Daniel, 24, Claudia 14 and Cande

Hello my name is Luis and I 40 years old.

I have two childs. Daniel 24 years old an Claudia 14 years old.

My wife Cande is very special for me, because is best person in the world, we are together for 25 yearsand i love her from the first day.

Luis

De: Daniele Pizzo, 23 anos, São Paulo
Para: Tiago Lara, 24 anos, São Paulo

“É estranho me entregar assim de novo, sem promissórias, sem
garantias, dois desconhecidos com tanto em comum.
Você diz, menina não é assim, eu não te basto, você não me sustenta…
Eu sei, eu sei, mas tem que ser assim?
Enquanto tocar a ópera eu obedeço os acordes e danço meus passos
inventados, aprendidos pouco a pouco, me esqueço dos calos, das
feridas não cicatrizadas, sangue escondido atrás de faixas.
- Vem, dança comigo.
E você me olha tão bonito.
Como resistir a tudo isso? Não quero resistir, não mais, nunca mais,
deixa tocar essa música….essa música.”