Marilyn Monroe to Joe DiMaggio
"I don't know how to tell you just how much I miss you. I love you 'til my heart could burst. All I love, all I want, all I need is you—forever. I want to be just where you are and be just what you want me to be. I know it's lousy of me to be so late so often, and I promise to try a million times harder, I promise.
Johnny Cash to His Wife June
"The fire and excitement may be gone now that we don't go out there and sing anymore, but the ring of fire still burns around you and I, keeping our love hotter than a pepper sprout.
Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera
"Diego, my love,
Remember that once you finish the fresco we will be together forever once and for all, without arguments or anything, only to love one another.
Behave yourself and do everything that Emmy Lou tells you.
I adore you more than ever.
Your girl, Frida
Mick Jagger to Marsha Hunt
"I feel with you something so unsung there is no need to sing it."
Marlon Brando to an Airplane Stewardess Who Caught His Eye
There is something not quite definable in your face—something lovely, not pretty in a conventionally thought of way. You have something graceful and tender and feminine (sp). You seem to be a woman who has been loved in her childhood, or else, somehow by the mystery of genetic phenomena you have been visited by the gifts of refinement, dignity and poise.
It's been a pleasant if brief encounter and I wish you well and I hope we shall have occasion to cross eyes again sometime.
Richard Burton to Elizabeth Taylor
"I find it very difficult to allow my whole life to rest on the existence of another creature. I find it equally difficult, because of my innate arrogance, to believe in the idea of love. There is no such thing, I say to myself. There is lust, of course, and usage, and jealousy, and desire and spent powers, but no such thing as the idiocy of love. Who invented that concept? I have wracked my shabby brains and can find no answer."
Charles Bukowski to His Girlfriend Linda King
"We were in Burbank and I was in love, ultramarine love, my good god damned goddess, my goad, my bitch, my my my my beating breathing hair-lined cunt of Paradise, I love you … and your refrigerator, and as we grabbed and wrestled, that sculpted head watching us with his little lyrical cynical love-smile, burning …
I want you,
I want you,
I want YOU
YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU!"
Ronald Reagan to His Wife Nancy
"My Darling Wife
This note is to warn you of a diabolical plot entered into by some of our so-called friends—(ha!) calendar makers and even our own children. These and others would have you believe we've been married 20 years.
20 minutes maybe—but never 20 years. In the first place it is a known fact that a human cannot sustain the high level of happiness I feel for more than a few minutes—and my happiness keeps increasing.
I will confess to one puzzlement but I'm sure it is just some trick perpetrated by our friends—(Ha again!) I can't remember ever being without you and I know I was born more than 20 mins ago.
Oh well—that isn't important. The important thing is I don't want to be without you for the next 20 years, or 40, or however many there are. I've gotten very used to being happy and I love you very much indeed.
Your Husband of 20 something or other."
Oscar Wilde to Lord Alfred “Bosie” Douglas
"My Own Boy,
Your sonnet is quite lovely, and it is a marvel that those red rose-leaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing.
Why are you alone in London, and when do you go to Salisbury? Do go there to cool your hands in the grey twilight of Gothic things, and come here whenever you like. It is a lovely place and lacks only you; but go to Salisbury first.
Always, with undying love, yours,
George Carlin to His Wife Sally
If you took THE NUMBER OF all the SUB-ATOMIC PARTICLES IN THE UNIVERSE and multiplied that number times itself THAT MANY TIMES; and then added the total number of MICRO-SECONDS since the beginning of time, times itself; and then added 803—you would STILL have only the tiniest fraction of A BILLION-BILLIONTH PER CENT of the amount of love I HAVE FOR YOU.
Love, your candle partner,
the romantic Mr. Carlin,
your eternal flame."
Zelda Fitzgerald to Her Husband, Scott
Please, please don't be so depressed—We'll be married soon, and then these lonesome nights will be over forever—and until we are, I am loving, loving every tiny minute of the day and night ... you're so sweet when you're melancholy. I love your sad tenderness—when I've hurt you ... Don't you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered—and I was delivered to you—to be worn—I want you to wear me, like a watch—charm or a button hole bouquet—to the world. And then, when we're alone, I want to help—to know that you can't do anything without me."
Georgia O'Keeffe to Alfred Stieglitz
"Dearest—my body is simply crazy with wanting you—If you don't come tomorrow—I don't see how I can wait for you—I wonder if your body wants mine the way mine wants yours—the kisses—the hotness—the wetness—all melting together—the being held so tight that it hurts—the strangle and the struggle."
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