As I try to sort all my mails, delete the unwanted/unread forwarded mails and keep the important ones....one mail I kept was from Love Notes Today, Joe D' Mango's column. This was dated 2004 and I just feel like sharing it to all of you....touching 
Dear Joe,
I started this letter two hours ago. I deleted the earlier draft I made.It was about letting you go. It was about calling it quits. It was about saving the little self-esteem I had left. It was about letting go of someone who doesn't love me anymore because I failed him as a wife, because of inadequate sexual relations, because of poor communication, because of the pressures of work, and all the other reasons he probably has.
As I was about to send it, I realized that with just a single
push of a button I was about to give up the one thing I held precious and true all these years; I was about to turn my back on my one true love. At that instant, I deleted all the three pages kof marital horror stories and started this.
It wasn't love at first sight, but it was real love to behold for anyone. I have failed you and you have failed me, then we should really be heading for Splitsville. I remember telling you that one boo-boo and that's it. But if that's the case, then nobody should get married because we are all imperfect, at
one point or another we are sure to fail. So I was wrong.
I am still here! And I won't leave unless you ask me to. I loved you then and I love you now. I promised God it will just be you (even if I was then attracted to someone else, honestly speaking) and that I would love you and cherish you, just you, for as long as I live.
Don't you remember those words we uttered on the altar that
afternoon, "to love and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do us part?" Heaven strike us if we just mumbled out those words without really meaning them. You even made our own misalette, remember?
If there's someone you hold dear and you think is funnier,
smarter, kinder, more beautiful, and can give you more amazingly adorable and fascinating children, then be with her. But please, tell me. Tell me and I will leave because you have made it clear the desire for you to really relinquish this match made possible by God. I remember kneeling down that hard pew in our university chapel, raising my hands like crazy and begging the Crucified One to make you come back to me when you decided to go to your ex-girlfriend then. God was convinced that I could help Him give you a good and happy life by loving you.
If you have a girlfriend now and she can do the same thing, then I'll bow out. I just wonder if she will still love you when she finds out you have elephant spots on only I know where, or that you make Huang-ho rivers out ofyour night pillows (with the same smell, too), or that you sleep during romantic movies like Jerry Maguire and enjoy Pedro Penduko. Are you smiling now? See, I can still make you smile. That's a sign I know that we can still work it out.
You have hurt me countless times. You were insensitive,
inconsiderate and indifferent and betrayed my trust. But I have been just as insensitive, inconsiderate and indifferent. I have betrayed you. I am so sorry and I will try to do better and avoid hurting you consciously. I will just try to make it
seem I am not aware should I engage in hurtful gestures, ha ha.
Seriously, I am so sorry and you must be so sorry, too.
If you happen to read this, kiss me as soon as you step inside the house. Hug me tightly, much like something you've never done before. Don't be scared that I might break, you know now how strong I am. And most important, try to tell me as sincerely as you can how much you still love me and how badly you've been yearning for this chance to patch things up because you can't live
without me. Believe me, it's almost the same as Tonm Cruise's line: "You complete me."
If you are totally head over heels with someone and I am just but a thing of the past, come inside the house, kiss me on the left cheek and I'll let you just play with our beautiful daughter. We can talk while she's asleep. Remember, left cheek, and we must make sure we don't drop like logs ourselves. We must talk, left cheek, and wait until our little angel's dreaming.
I love you so much. And as I end this silly letter of mine, let me remind you of those once youthful and totally beautiful individuals walked past thecollege quadrangle with red golden leaves falling down and showering their path.They were both laughing about something.
Could you remember what it was we were laughing about? I can't. All I remember was how wonderfully good it felt to be with you. It was like nothing really mattered, everything simply fell into place, and we were much in love.
How I wish I you'd hold my hand once more, after a very long time. I am positive such a simple gesture will bring that magical sensation ringing through my veins once more.
I remember how I laughed at myself and the world when I was with you. How I wish we could laugh at all the bills coming our way and say, they didn't really matter. I guess I was never really romantic till now. See, there's so much more than we can still uncover about each other if only we'll look harder,if only we'll try to be more open and honest and true.
I thank God for you, our child, our life, for the moon and the
stars, for love, for pain that allowed us to see more clearly, for everything that made us "us". I love you, whether you still love me or not.
Your
wife,
DREW
