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A Love Letter

To my dear, blooming Rose -

Attached to this letter is not only my love, but my gratitude, thankfulness and a small box of decadent dark chocolates. I would've had flowers delivered too, but no measly plant could ever compare or express my feelings toward you.

Ahh, my dear. You are my truest bundle of joy. It does not matter what mood you are in - you light up my day in the most wonderful of ways.

Your smile makes the sun jealous. Your embrace makes me feel full. Your laughter - so thick and loud - makes me want to laugh too.

What I love most is when you are truly and purely being yourself - because that's who you're meant to be.

With much love and kisses blown with a wink,
Your Secret Admirer

PS: Maybe we could share those chocolates later, eh?


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When you need some uplifting, write yourself a love letter. Be silly and positive. Analyze yourself. Amp up your best qualities. De-sock your feet as you write and wiggle your toes as your write (then put your socks back on because gosh it's cold). Get a big thick blanket and curl up under with a flashlight. Laugh at yourself - have fun.



Once your letter is done, seal it up in an envelope or just crumple it up and place it on your desk. No matter how "bad" you think it is, DO NOT throw it away. Open it up and read it as many times as you need, whenever your feel like it. Remember how you felt when you were writing it. Acknowledge how in love with yourself you are - or would like to be.

Will you write a love letter to yourself today?

This post was inspired by the wonderful SARK, who is always so full of creative ideas and heart-melting realness.


xx Nicole Rose

Comments

  1. Thee posts are wonderful xx

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  2. Gosh this is beautiful! You've got the most beautiful way of saying things. Yes, I have to try this:)

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  3. This is the loveliest idea ever! I'm loving all your self-love posts. :)

    - Manna :D

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  4. Nice! Love this idea.

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  5. I'm going to try this!

    xoxo Morning

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  6. Love thus idea! Amazing! I am going to try!

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  7. This is so lovely! What a great idea. I might try this. :)

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