Ever since the magic day when we first met on the Internet, I have been living my life in a dream world. It is as if the woman of my fantasies has suddenly come to life and entered the deepest regions of my soul.
You have become the absolute centre of my dreams and my waking hours and when we are together making love, it is paradise. Ever since we married – exactly a year to the day after we first met face to face – I have know without doubt that I am the luckiest man in all creation. God was smiling on us that day; our loving families came together as we celebrated our union and became man and wife forever. I have never regretted a moment of my life with you, my darling wife, since you never give me a moment of doubt that we were meant to be.
Our first time making love is one that I will never forget. We had known each other for about three months and had been almost inseparable during that time. However, both of us had been burned by previous relationships gone sour and wanted to try to take our time with this one. I think we both realized from that first contact that we had something very special between us; neither of us wanted to ruin the chances for a future together. It became an unspoken agreement that we would restrict our expressions of caring to holding hands and necking (however difficult I was finding it!)
Finally, on that fateful night, we had gone for dinner together at one of our favourite restaurants – very dark and romantic – and as we sat over coffee side by side in the booth, you leaned over to whisper into my ear "I love you, my darling" It was the first time either of us had ventured forth to utter those magical words and it had to be you who screwed up the courage first! I reached for your sweet face and, cradling it in my hands, I brought your lips to mine in a gentle loving kiss. Then, pulling the side of your neck to my lips and kissing my way to your ear, I professed my undying love for you.
After we exchanged several more kisses, we waked hand in hand out the door of the restaurant and stood outside in the balmy summer evening. It was still relatively early and we didn't want to part. If fact, our hands were so tightly intertwined, it was almost painful. However the pain was not a sad one but one of joy; we had finally reached a new plateau in our relationship and sealed it with a kiss. Now what to do?
We of course remembered the baby you had left at home in the care of you sister – Joy was only about five months old and the product of your last relationship. He had bailed as soon as you told him your were pregnant and you were left to go through the birth with your Mum and sister as your coaches. I had come to love Joy as much as I loved you. I also knew that you were very reluctant to get together with any other man after the last time and, as a single mom of a tiny one, you had to be sure before you jumped. You couldn't risk either your future or that of your child with another bad choice.
