My Darling Angel,

     Love is a sweet, incurable illness, so much so, that my heart has been aching for years from its tender infection. My days would turn gray and hollow without the symptoms of this extraordinary illness. I feed on your love, savoring every  bite of its mad delight.  

    Sweetheart, I love you in every sense and by any imaginable ways, but these words cannot begin to describe my deepest affection for you. The beauty which I have encountered within you - your kindness and tenderness, your patience and understanding, must be the divine manifestations of the truest love, and for that I am eternally grateful.

    Whenever I think of all the uncertainties that lie before us in time, I always feel your graceful presence which dissolves all my worries like the morning mist scattered by sunlight. Whenever life weighs down on me, I sense your angelic whisper breathing away the mountains within my heart. You possess the sweetest elixir that reaches the very core of my soul and invigorates my very existence.

    Sweetheart,  the time has come for us to let people bear witness to the beauties of what we hold and feel within our hearts. Let us declare our love to God, to our families and friends, to the world, and to every generation to come. Let us start our own future of a little home filled with children’s laughter, of a garden where we will grow flowers and vegetables together. Let us wake up every morning in each other’s arms, feeling the warmth of sunlight that bounds us together as one, and reveals an infinite happiness which lies within us all. Would you be my darling wife?

Fremont, Friday 9/10/04,   11PM

My Darling,

For the past few days, my life has been put on hold, and I am not sure it will ever return to normal (not that I want to) after that magical afternoon of endless sunshine and beaches.  I feel as though it was only a few hours ago, when the ocean waves chased after our bare feet as we zigzagged along the stretch of golden sands.  I remembered my heart pounded strangely to the rhythms of the white surf crashing onto the ocean floor, as if it anticipated something of extraordinary.  Then the extraordinary thing happened.  I saw the most beautiful seashell shimmering under the sun.  Some people found happiness in wealth and comfort, I found mine tugged inside a seashell.  Yes, how blissful that little note inside the seashell has made me!  I am happy beyond my wildest imagination.  Am I still dreaming my darling?