This is the love letter I wrote to my hubby:
#1 is ticked.
My favorite place to be is inside of your hugs, in your arms where it's warm and tender. Where I can really smell your body odor.
I just wish I don't have to go. I just wish I don't have a dream. Cause because of this dream, I am doing this to you. Just because I couldn't wear the black suit, now I will be wearing the Bengali suit.
I just want to wake up with you and I know that's what you would want too. There is so much we have to do. There is so much more we want to do.
I may not get to chat with you as often as I like. I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the nights. So Honey, whenever you feel a warm breeze brush against you, that's the kiss I blew to you. And when you miss me, just think that I am just inside the closet hiding from you like everytime I sulk.
You know it's true.