Dear Ron:
During that big fight we had last Saturday you accused me of not knowing what I wanted in life. So I've spent the last couple of days thinking about it, about me and you and us. You were right, I didn't know what I wanted then; but I know now.
I want you, Ronald Dean Stoppable
I want to be Kimberly Ann Stoppable
I want to be your girlfriend, best friend, lover and wife all rolled into one delectable red-headed package.
I want to be the mother of your children
I want to be the last person you see each night and the first person you see each morning
I want to fall asleep every night with my head on your chest and your arms around me
I want to sleep naked with you so I can feel your body's heat, and smell your body's scent and hear your heartbeat
I want to have hot, fiery, lust-soaked, passionate sex with you; till we both pass out from exhaustion
I want to make long slow love to you on a beach under a full moon
I want to take showers with you
I want to take care of you when you're hurt or sick
I want to live the rest of my life with you
I love you and I want to grow old with you Ron, till death do us part
That's what I want
Love
Kim