To My Bradley,
I wanted to write you this letter to tell you how I feel.
This is love. True love. Your piercing blue eyes looking back at me. I could stare at you all day. Your rugged face is strong and chiselled. Defined cheekbones and a wonderful smile. I can’t wait until you are smiling at me. Everyday.
I am your wife. You just don’t know it.
The future Mrs Bradley Cooper, it has a wonderful ring to it, don’t you think?
Let me tell you a bit about the future Mrs Bradley Cooper. I have striking blue eyes as well. They are my best feature. They tell you so much about me.
I’m not a model by any means. My body is only a personal trainer and a few short months away from being slender. I have dark brown curly hair that falls gently to the bottom of my neck.
Oh…I have a great set of boobs. Natural boobs as well. Most guys compliment me on them. Just think they will be yours.
I have moderate culinary skills and still have all my fingers. I haven’t burnt down a kitchen yet. What’s more, my food actually tastes good. I am pleased to say my cooking also hasn’t killed anyone yet. I know I will love to cook for you. They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. As long as I don’t give you diarrhoea or food poisoning, however just in case, there’s always a restaurant you can take me to.
I love to socialise and am a hostess with the most-ess. Going out to dinner and I love watching movies. I throw a mean party as long as its catered for. Who wants to stay in the kitchen when you can be amongst the party and having so much fun!
I don’t mind a night at home, snuggled up on the couch. With a good book, lots of wine and the one that I love.
I love a bit of romance, so throw some my way. Spoil and surprise me, with flowers and chocolates each day.
Whilst I’m no nobel prize winner, I think I’m intelligent. Quite often I experience verbal diarrhoea, and only rare moments of intellectual brilliance. Although, I do have a degree so that proves some shred of intelligence, doesn’t it? I speak a little bit of French. Oui Oui! But when you speak French, it’s so Oh La La La.
I admire your work. You’re such a passionate and committed one. I work hard too, don’t get me wrong. I’m a HR professional, the hiring and firing kind of one.
There’s not much else to say so I’ll quote you instead. “I love the company of a great woman.” Please take this great woman to bed.
Your wife in waiting, the future Mrs Cooper,
Linking up with Kristy of My Home Truths for another week of I Must Confess…
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