<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794516904102437561</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:35:01.358-08:00</updated><category term='kiss'/><category term='Personal'/><category term='valentine'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='dating tips'/><category term='art'/><category term='love letter'/><category term='napoleon bonaparte'/><category term='love'/><category term='courtship'/><category term='family'/><category term='love quotations'/><title type='text'>Collections of Love Letters and All About Love</title><subtitle type='html'>collection of love letters, quotations, courtship, gift ideas,and everything about love</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jaren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794516904102437561.post-5163450139657687479</id><published>2008-03-26T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:30:57.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>My husband and I</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my husband and I were looking through old pictures and stumble upon upon our correspondence during our courtship days. I might share them with you one of these days. We were laughing hard and reminisced the memories years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It's a good feeling rekindling what we have shared before. It makes us bond and get closer. Being married is a special gift. If something is not right and you feel lesser love due to over familiarity. take a look to what made your heart skipped a beat and fall in love with your partner. And yes, open communication too. try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794516904102437561-5163450139657687479?l=collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5163450139657687479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794516904102437561&amp;postID=5163450139657687479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/5163450139657687479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/5163450139657687479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-husband-and-i.html' title='My husband and I'/><author><name>jaren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794516904102437561.post-5089615237370297074</id><published>2008-02-27T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T08:36:27.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Art of Kissing...</title><content type='html'>This was  forwarded to me and I want to share this to you who feel some kind of loving. I find this cute and flaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bdf15ceb6157dc7b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbdf15ceb6157dc7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331213371%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F40705394DF0AB121A66BC0AD1AE6349CB9BE27.65852713EDF50D769D35A9553591F0EB9D7A597F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbdf15ceb6157dc7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcixUPXTcFRsX8J6L6TPAcIvXYjo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbdf15ceb6157dc7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331213371%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F40705394DF0AB121A66BC0AD1AE6349CB9BE27.65852713EDF50D769D35A9553591F0EB9D7A597F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbdf15ceb6157dc7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcixUPXTcFRsX8J6L6TPAcIvXYjo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794516904102437561-5089615237370297074?l=collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bdf15ceb6157dc7b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5089615237370297074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794516904102437561&amp;postID=5089615237370297074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/5089615237370297074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/5089615237370297074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/2008/02/art-of-kissing.html' title='The Art of Kissing...'/><author><name>jaren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794516904102437561.post-4638050313384483740</id><published>2008-02-05T01:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T01:40:12.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVWavWH2I/R6guHLOrIEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1eIqGdSJap4/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVWavWH2I/R6guHLOrIEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1eIqGdSJap4/s320/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163427673588572226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'll be out of town for two weeks, so I want to greet all of u a HAPPY HAPPY HEART'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Love is what makes the world go round. So ... go, spread some loving! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    God is good! And God is Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794516904102437561-4638050313384483740?l=collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/feeds/4638050313384483740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794516904102437561&amp;postID=4638050313384483740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/4638050313384483740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/4638050313384483740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-everyone.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day Everyone'/><author><name>jaren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkPVWavWH2I/R6guHLOrIEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1eIqGdSJap4/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794516904102437561.post-170262973310840696</id><published>2008-02-04T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:16:49.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Mother's Love For A Son</title><content type='html'>I'm sharing a letter written by a mom to his beloved departed son. It's touching....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;March         21, 2002&lt;o:p&gt;         &lt;/o:p&gt;         &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear         Brandon:&lt;o:p&gt;         &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;                  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#0000cc;"&gt;My         sweet, sweet boy, I love and miss you more than words can ever express.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;You made my life complete, and my every desire in life was to         love and nurture you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now         that you are not here on earth, I feel so lost and empty inside.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;There is a part of me that will never be the same until I am with         you again in heaven someday, and oh how I look forward to that wonderful         reunion with you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I long for the day until I am with you again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000cc;"&gt;For         now, I am left here without you to finish what you could not complete         here on earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ask God everyday to show me what my purpose is here on         earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a human, I wonder         why your precious life had to be cut so short, and I realize that I will         not have the answer to that question until I see God and you up in         heaven, or I probably will not need it answered when I see how perfect         it is in heaven.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I vow to         live my life the best I possibly can and do everything in my power to         lead the life God wants me to lead so there are no doubts that I will         see you again.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;o:p&gt;         &lt;/o:p&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I         miss your beautiful smiles, warm hugs, and sweet kisses.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I miss hearing you say "Mommy, can you please bring me more         chips and juice" while you were laying in your bed with all of your         pillows and Beanie Babies watching a movie, and then when I'd bring them         to you you'd put your hands behind your head and say "This is the         life!"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember         Daddy said to me "You have to stop doing that with him and have him         come in the kitchen and get his food/drink himself," so, we had to         sneak it so Daddy wouldn't see me doing it for you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I miss picking you up from school everyday seeing your         smiling face and dancing body coming to the car and saying "Hello         Mom, did you have a good day, and can we go to Grandma's house?"         all in the same sentence.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I         miss our trips to the grocery store every Saturday when you'd look         forward to getting your cookie from the bakery and then you made sure we         said hello to our favorite friends every time we were there: The dairy         man (George) and the balloon lady (Nancy).&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I miss our Sunday family days: Going to church, going through the         drive-thru for lunch, and then going to Fun Station to play games and         ride the bumper boats and of course cashing in all of the tickets we won         for toys and candy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I miss         playing games and cards (War) with you and you calling the aces A+.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I miss watching movies with you.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I miss going to the video store with you when you'd pick out 2         movies and 2 Play Station games even though I said you'd only get one of         each.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I miss&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;traveling         with you and you asking 200 times during our trip "How many more         Cat&amp;amp;Dog shows until we get there?"&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        I miss your inquisitive little mind asking all of the wonderful         questions you would ask everyday (that's why you were so smart - you         asked about everything).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I         miss driving in the car with you everyday.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I miss your big, beautiful brown eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I miss your love of life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I         miss your silly dances and funny faces.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I miss you catching and saving the lizards that got in the house;         I'll never forget the day that I tried to help you catch one and I         accidentally stepped on it and it died and you cried for almost an hour         - you had so much compassion for everyone and everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I miss you reminding Dad and I everyday that we said when we move         into the new house, you can get a black Lab dog and he can sleep in your         room on a bean bag chair, and then you'd say, "I won't say it         again, but I was just reminding you."&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;         &lt;/o:p&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;         miss the excitement in your voice when we would go visit family or         friends out of town or when they'd come and visit us.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I miss you asking if we can go to Grandma and Pop-Pop's house and         if you could go swimming in their pool (even if it was only 40&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;°&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;).&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I miss taking you to Wal-Mart (usually once a week) to get a new         toy (typically the latest Power Ranger figure).&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I miss you asking if you can take out the trash and vacuum so you         can get allowance so you can buy another toy.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I miss you picking out one of your toys to give to the poor         children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I miss you telling me that Brittany is your girlfriend and         you think you love her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I         miss you singing songs - God Bless the USA was one of your favorites,         and you knew every word of it; you'd put your headphones on and sing it         at the top of your lungs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;         &lt;/o:p&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; I         miss you asking questions about what heaven is like and what God looks         like (now you have the answers to those questions firsthand).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I miss tucking you in at night and doing our ritual without         missing or getting any steps out of order:&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Brush teethe, say prayers, tickle your ears, blow on your belly,         give lots of hugs and kisses and you not letting go of my neck, then         we'd both say several times "Good night, I love you, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;         &lt;b&gt;see you in the morning."&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;I miss waking you up in the morning:&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I'd bring you your breakfast in bed, turn on your TV, and say         "Wake up sleepyhead" - your bright, beautiful eyes would         barely open, but you'd smile every morning, and say "I love you         Mom."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I miss watching         you ride your bicycle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I         miss you talking about the NASCAR racer, Jeff Gordon and calling him         Michael Jordan, Jeff Jordan, or anything but his name (you got that         quality from Poppy Bob).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I         miss seeing you play with your toys. I miss reading books together.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;         &lt;/o:p&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; I         missed you on your birthday - we will always celebrate your wonderful         life on your birthday forever - February&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;,1995 was the most special day of my entire life         when you entered this world through me, and February 1, 2002 was the         worst day of my life when you left this earth without me.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I miss watching your presence make others smile and feel good.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I am going to miss you on my birthday (you always made sure I had         a birthday cake).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'll miss         you on Mother's Day because being your Mom was the most wonderful gift         I've ever received.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I miss         every single thing about you so much, and I long to hold you in my arms         everyday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cherish every         second I had with you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The         pain I feel of missing you is indescribable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;         &lt;/o:p&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; Somehow         I will manage to go on living, but my life certainly will not ever, ever         be the same without my little angel by my side.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;You were my angel here on earth, and now you are my angel up in         heaven.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that you         never, ever wanted me to be sad, so I will try my best to be happy for         you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know you are         watching over all of us you loved, and I know I will see you again         someday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to remind myself that you are in a much happier place         than any of us here on earth can ever imagine, and if given the choice         you would not want to come back here.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;So, I know I'm selfish when I want you back here, but you were my         ray of hope and sunshine in this not so wonderful world.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Maybe one day you will have the brother or sister you always         wanted here on&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;earth to         watch over, guide and protect.&lt;o:p&gt;         &lt;/o:p&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I         love you with every inch of my aching heart, and I will miss you forever         and ever.&lt;o:p&gt;         &lt;/o:p&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I'll         see you in heaven someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;         &lt;/o:p&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I         love you forever,&lt;o:p&gt;                   &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;         &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Mommy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Symphony;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;                   &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794516904102437561-170262973310840696?l=collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/feeds/170262973310840696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794516904102437561&amp;postID=170262973310840696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/170262973310840696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/170262973310840696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/2008/02/mothers-love-for-son.html' title='Mother&apos;s Love For A Son'/><author><name>jaren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794516904102437561.post-8330941940796655069</id><published>2008-01-30T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T04:32:50.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating tips'/><title type='text'>How To Ask For A Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms, arial, helvetica, verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;These are two things to remember before asking someone for a date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;b&gt;Plan ahead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what you are going to say AND what you want to suggest to do on the date.&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;b&gt;Be specific&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other person will be much more comfortable if they know exactly what  your intentions are and what you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND try to relax and enjoy yourself - worst case - they'll say they can't go out and you'll find someone else who will.  Someone who appreciates you. &lt;br /&gt;In other words, if  the person you are asking out doesn't have enough insight to recognize what a terrific person you are, then they're just not too bright now, are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember, these two example of deadly questions &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to ask...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms, arial, helvetica, verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms, arial, helvetica, verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You want to go out&lt;/span&gt;?" it's too open-ended and can lead to awkward follow up conversation.The other one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms, arial, helvetica, verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms, arial, helvetica, verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you doing Friday night&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;It's too vague.  It may leave your potential date wondering exactly what you have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;The other person doesn't know if you're just curious about what she/he is doing on Friday night or if you want to do something with them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794516904102437561-8330941940796655069?l=collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8330941940796655069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794516904102437561&amp;postID=8330941940796655069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/8330941940796655069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/8330941940796655069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-ask-for-date.html' title='How To Ask For A Date'/><author><name>jaren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794516904102437561.post-460938578912319311</id><published>2008-01-29T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T06:38:58.104-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating tips'/><title type='text'>Date for Less.....</title><content type='html'>Valentine's day is just around the corner. Almost everybody want to paint the town red. But then, there are times we just couldn't afford a decent date.Here are some tips to enjoy the company of a love one and have a blast from it without spending much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cook a meal together and share it. And ohhh, don't forget the candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Share a hobby or interest like photography or watching a movie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have a picnic in the backyard, park or your own living room&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Head out for some stargazing on a clear night and point out constellations&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do a love one a favor, by helping clean the car and bathing the pets together and be childlike again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Composed and read a love letter to your special someone in a scenic park and hand a flower afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a walk with no particular destination and savor the company of your love one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sometimes, some of the best dates can't be bought with money. And sometimes, the best ones are those spent with someone whose company we enjoy, wherever we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794516904102437561-460938578912319311?l=collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/feeds/460938578912319311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794516904102437561&amp;postID=460938578912319311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/460938578912319311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/460938578912319311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/2008/01/date-for-less.html' title='Date for Less.....'/><author><name>jaren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794516904102437561.post-451462190651820533</id><published>2008-01-06T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:09:04.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love quotations'/><title type='text'>LOVE QUOTATIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.links2love.com/love/romance/pictures/heart.gif" alt="Romantic love quotes" border="0" height="12" width="12" /&gt;   What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined... to strengthen each other... to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.&lt;br /&gt;        ~ George Eliot &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.links2love.com/love/romance/pictures/heart.gif" alt="Valentine's Day quotes" border="0" height="12" width="12" /&gt;   In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything,  and two minus one equals nothing.&lt;br /&gt;        ~ Mignon McLaughlin&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.links2love.com/love/romance/pictures/heart.gif" border="0" height="12" width="12" /&gt;   For one human being to love another that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last test and proof; the work for which all other work is but preparation.&lt;br /&gt;        ~ Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Love is the emblem of eternity: it confounds all notion of time:&lt;br /&gt;effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.&lt;br /&gt;        ~ Germaine De Stael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.links2love.com/love/romance/pictures/heart.gif" border="0" height="12" width="12" /&gt;   Love is the history of a woman's life; it is an episode in man's.&lt;br /&gt;        ~ Germaine De Stael&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.links2love.com/love/romance/pictures/heart.gif" border="0" height="12" width="12" /&gt;   The loving are the daring.&lt;br /&gt;        ~ Bayard Taylor  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.links2love.com/love/romance/pictures/heart.gif" border="0" height="12" width="12" /&gt;   Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible.&lt;br /&gt;         ~ Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.links2love.com/love/romance/pictures/heart.gif" border="0" height="12" width="12" /&gt;   The only gift is a portion of thyself.&lt;br /&gt;         ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Love has the power of making you believe what you would normally treat with the deepest suspicion." - Mirabeau&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out." - Elizabeth Bowen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight." - Phyllis Diller&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I detest 'love lyrics.' I think one of the causes of bad mental health in the United States is that people have been raised on 'love lyrics." - Frank Zappa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I should like to see any kind of a man, distinguishable from a gorilla, that some good and even pretty woman could not shape a husband out of." - Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"A kiss can be a comma, a question mark, or an exclamation point. That's basic spelling that every woman ought to know." - Mistinguett&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794516904102437561-451462190651820533?l=collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/feeds/451462190651820533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794516904102437561&amp;postID=451462190651820533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/451462190651820533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/451462190651820533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-quotations.html' title='LOVE QUOTATIONS'/><author><name>jaren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794516904102437561.post-6321386667764873489</id><published>2008-01-06T22:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:23:59.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='napoleon bonaparte'/><title type='text'>From Napoleon Bonaparte to Josephine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Paris, December 1795&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening    which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet, incomparable    Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart! Are you angry? Do I see    you looking sad? Are you worried?... My soul aches with sorrow, and there can    be no rest for you lover; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding    to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips, from your    heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! it was last night that I fully    realized how false an image of you your portrait gives! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are leaving at noon; I shall see you in three hours. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return,    for they set my blood on fire. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794516904102437561-6321386667764873489?l=collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6321386667764873489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794516904102437561&amp;postID=6321386667764873489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/6321386667764873489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/6321386667764873489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/2008/01/from-napoleon-bonaparte-to-josephine_06.html' title='From Napoleon Bonaparte to Josephine'/><author><name>jaren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794516904102437561.post-2408137801897615149</id><published>2008-01-06T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:06:26.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courtship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love letter'/><title type='text'>A love letter of Surelli to John</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="tcolor01"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dear John,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night when I close my eyes, you fill my heart with joy, and every morning when I open my eyes, you're the first thing on my mind, more than just a dream of what will probably never be. I'm in love with you - of that I'm sure, but I want to hold you, to kiss you, and adore you. If you'll be mine, you'll make me the happiest woman in this world, if you turn me away, I'll be dying. But either way, you'll always be the greatest love of all that I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu Sardina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794516904102437561-2408137801897615149?l=collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2408137801897615149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794516904102437561&amp;postID=2408137801897615149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/2408137801897615149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794516904102437561/posts/default/2408137801897615149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectionsofloveletters.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-letter-of-surelli-to-john.html' title='A love letter of Surelli to John'/><author><name>jaren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
