Dear Greg,
As I am writing this letter, you are out with the lads and I have the very strong feeling that the next time I see you will be in the morning during the midsts of a hangover that you will deem well worth it. That's one of the many things that I admire the most about you. You could walk through a death camp and still look on the bright side. I have always admired your optimism, Greg, even long before you first asked me to have dinner with you.
I wasn't sure how to react when you did. You had always been a great friend, I won't deny that we've had our moments of innocent flirtation, and I may have even blushed a little when you told me a few Christmases ago that I looked lovely. I've just never thought of you as someone who would be interested in me in that way or vice versa. I suppose you could say that I've always had a certain type and it was a type that was never very good for me. Perhaps it's for that reason that I said yes. It was only a split decision, having dinner with a friend, but I believe that it was the best split decision I've ever made.
You have been my friend for years, but I don't think I ever really got to know you until that date and the next date and the next. I don't just mean the you at work or with friends, but you. The real you that accepts the real me.
You first held me at the door of my flat after our first date and it came with a soft kiss that seemed to brand itself on my cheek. You first kissed me on the South Bank after our second date and it would be the one kiss that I would remember for the rest of my days. You first made love to me on my sofa and it felt as if you had known where to touch me and how for years. We've had both our good times and bad. We've held each other when work gets to us. We've worked out our fights by making love. We've met each others' friends and families. We've gone away for weekends. We've suffered together. We've lived together.
At first, I thought it was strange, going through a relationship that went so smoothly, even through the tough times we've gone through. It was almost unsettling, but then one day we spent the entire day in bed together and I thought to myself: I'm happy. I have a good job, a nice flat, a wonderful group of friends, and this amazing man. For the first time in my life, I am genuinely happy.
I cried when you asked me to marry you. I've cried out of sadness or anger and I've even been moved to tears a couple of times, but I've never cried out of joy. I didn't even think you'd want to get married again after what happened between you and Carol, but there you were, down on one knee with a ring, asking me to spend the rest of your life with me and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I can't wait to be your wife.
It took me ages to realize how much you mean to me, Greg, but all that time has been well worth the wait. I love you.
Love,
Molly.
