Thread: anyone get or send love letters to their partner ?

I gave my live with boyfriend a professional photo of me in lingerie (the set he likes best) for his birthday a short time ago. He loved it.

A couple days later there was a brief TV news report about a building near the house he lived in for a few years when he was just a kid. It reminded him of 1 day then and he wrote me a letter about it that ended (for me) like an unusual but sweet love letter:


When I was 10-11 I had no knowledge at all and didn’t know drugs, booze, sex, or anything else even existed. There were no cell phones, no computers, no video games. If you wanted your kid to come home early you went outside and yelled. No kid knew anything AT ALL about sex because parents and TV and the schools never said a word about anything. If you say nothing it doesn’t exist was how adults thought. You were really a kid. You went outside and played all day till dark, only came inside to use the bathroom or eat. Except for Saturday morning cartoons, nobody cared about TV or ever watched it. Parents didn’t know or care where you were as long as you were out of their hair and came home at dark, and no perverts or anything like that existed.

I was developing and started getting unplanned erections. No idea what they were to be used for, no idea how to make them feel even better, and no idea how to make them go away. And had no idea this “thing” was supposed to be for a female.

In the small towns of my area you played in your yard, the neighbor’s yard, or in the street. Nobody ever locked their front door, no matter if they were at home or if they went somewhere. Playing was actual playing: swing from ropes tied to a tree in a yard, ride bicycles, play hide and seek.

This particular day all the kids were in my yard and the next neighbor’s yard doing different stuff. Everyone spread out and moving around doing stuff in the back yards, front yards, beside and in between the houses.

Every house had a shed in the back yard, about the size of a small garage detached from the house. It was storage for lawn mowers, chairs, tools, and so much junk you couldn’t even walk into it. Adults had to take stuff out to get at anything. A kid had crawl and climb over stuff to get something. Adults probably had no clue what was there and crawling around you got totally dirty from junk, oil, grease, dirt, and cobwebs.

The next door neighbor kid came up to me and “Come on, I want to show ya something.” We go in his shed, close the door and turned on the small light. Then we crawled over everything to the far back wall. He opens a box and takes out a flashlight and turns it on. Then opens a magazine and hands me the flashlight and the magazine. First Playboy magazine I ever saw, first naked woman I ever saw and she was pretty.

I remember being instantly erect but still having ZERO idea (ZERO) what to do if she would have appeared by magic (except maybe stare some more). It didn’t even occur to me to want to touch her or anything; I just knew I got aroused staring at her. Not even knowing what intercourse was or where boy/girl body parts went, nothing. Do you know EXACTLY what went through my mind ???? I thought to myself:

“I don’t know why, but she’s the only thing I’ve ever liked more than my bicycle.”

Today I sat here and thought about what it would be like to go back in time to the same place, the same time, and be the same way. And I thought to myself I’d have to take the picture of you that I got for my birthday with me. I’d hide it in the back of OUR shed in a box with a flashlight. I’d look at it whenever I was sure nobody knew. But I’d never share it with any of the other kids. Never. I’d want you all to myself.