A well written blog by a beautiful woman.

You are right: you say it when you feel it.

Some women on here would respond, "We have not met. How can you love me?"
Others might say, "I want you to say those words to my face, when we meet."

But, my precious love, for almost a year we have written, we have chatted, we have Skyped. I have seen your face live. I have heard your voice. I have heard you speak English in a video.

Can I not love the face I see on Skype? Can I not love the voice I hear? Can I not love your precious smile and your wonderful laughter? Can I not love the sound of your English as it struggles past your lips?
Can I not love the thought of stepping off the plane and staring into the face of my dream, and kissing her perfect lips, and holding her beautiful body?
Can I not love the thought of a perfect dinner and a night of dancing? Can I not love the thought of trying to dump the translator so we can be alone? ;-)
Can I not love the thought of you showing me your beautiful city, with its charm, history, culture and art? Can I not love the thought of meeting your family, your daughter, your friends?
Can I not love the thought that this incredible woman could be my wife?
So much to love...

You do not know me. I am not the man who hurt you.

I have waited a lifetime for you. I in my country, you in yours, but here we are. The Earth is one country, and mankind its citizens. God does not recognize the borders. Those are concepts of man.
When we meet, we will merely put the cap on the jar, the icing on the cake and the cabbage on the roll.
We will know, in our hearts, that this is our destiny.
Of course I love you; you knew that all along.

Of course, you could turn into a werewolf, but barring that, meeting you is a formality. Our chats, Skypes, and phone calls will see to that.

Of course I love you! Why am I here? What is our purpose?

If you love her, tell her. She deserves to know.
These girls are afraid to be loved, because they have been hurt so badly.
They want, yet they fear.
Show them that you are made of better stuff.
Be kind, be gentle, and love them with all your heart.
Love is an act. How you treat them is more important than how you feel...

Love you, Tanny...

David