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Mi Amor,

Tu es belle! How can I be blessed with such a lovely woman? Fate is in my favour. You may take me for a imbécile (sometimes I do too), but, Merci, for that means you have thought of me! I am head over heels for you, je t'aime.

You may also think me cliche, but, mi amor, the moment you agreed to let me court you my life began. Tu es drôle, and you are sweet, like the honey I dress my biscuits with each morning. Do you that night, under the Eiffel Tower? Your eyes shined with the fairy lights strung around the nearest restau. Tu as de beaux yeux, since they shined so brightly that winter's evening.

I telling my maman how sweet you treated the old women basking in the sun. Now I am being silly, oui, but I can not help it! You love any form of letters, and I it I bought a special perfume to spay on the parchment to make you happy. It was fleur, my little bee, I do know how you love the smell of flowers.

All the pure phrases in the French dictionary could not compare to you- They could not describe you.

I gave you an inch of my heart and you took a mile. I am sure you were completely unaware whilst you did it, but I am not angry. How can one be angry by falling in love? Well, I'm sure one can, but that is not us. You always make sure we are not angry at each other before the night sky slips over us, like a silk blanket. Because of that (and much more) our relationship is stronger than diamonds. Oh, but I do know how you despise the little things, always so expensive. Mi amor would rather prefer sapphire, wouldn't you? It is a good fit, your eyes sparkle starlight, similar to the stone. One day I will give you a sapphire, I will give you fields of beautiful things. They might seem laid compared to you, fortunately. Proof that mi amor is more beautiful than all the sparkly, expensive things out there, oui?

I could fill a book as big as the bible full of all the things I love about you. Perhaps you think I am being too cheesy, no? Alas, I would agree, whether that is fortunate or unfortunate, I'll let you decide.

Tu es ma joie de vivre, what was I doing before you walked into my life, wearing those ridiculous polka-dotted pink heels? That is a question I ask myself daily. I feel as though I have been in a daze and your beautiful everything has snapped me out of it. I see things more clearly, mi amor. But enough about me (How have I made this letter about both of us, all the while focusing on myself? I am unacceptably selfish today, but I would do it again if it meant I could marry you). But there is no rush, Mi amor.

I guess I shall stop drooling over you and get down to the reason of this letter. I did not write it to shower you in compliments, but that is a good idea for the future. This was too difficult to speak to you in person, so I figured I would break it to you through a letter. This letter.

We can, of course, talk about it later, but if I spoke to you in person about the subject, I knew you would cry, and I could not bear to see that. I could bear to see mi amor triste.

I've known for half a year now. I withheld the information because I know it would break everything. It would break us. I have a month left. My next appointment is either going to keep me going, or I'll be mort. I know it sounds scary, my honey bee, but please don't interrupt our relationship because of it.

The past 2 years has been the best years of my life. Every day I relished in the thought that you were mine.

This is really cliche, is it not? A man breaks the news of his ultimate (likely) demise through a lovely handwritten letter. But, you must understand, mi amor, doing it this way was better, for you and me. I truly do love you, and if you love me, you'll understand.

I found out while schooling in California. I guess it was all that sun, eh? Apologizes for inserting humor, but you know it's my favorite de-stressing tool. Anyways, I just want you to know that even if I do die, I will never leave you.

I am thankful you like cheesy things, otherwise this letter would be drop-dead depressing.

The point is, tu es ma joie de vivre. This is a phrase I have repeated and muttered into your ear over and over the course of our relationship.

Speaking of which, I am aware our relationship isn't as long as others, and it has seemed to by at great speed of which I am unable to match. But that may not be so! I may live! Why have I turned your love letter into some sort of twisted will? Forgive me, I have gotten caught up in my sadness.

Since there is little else I can think of writing upon this thick parchment, my conscious has opted to writing a poem instead. I assure you it is short, for I know how you pretend to like their easy flirtations.

Tes yeux, j’en rêve jour et nuit

J’ai envie de toi,

J'ai besoin de toi,

Embrasse-moi, mi amor

This is for you, mi amor. You were the hand that helped me through everything. You were the one who would let me cry all over your new blouse. You were the one who always listened to my complaints about this and that and so on, so for that, I thank you. For that, Je t’aime de tout mon coeur.

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17. Flirty Romantic