Ok, I admit it: I cried and cried reading the entries to the Love Letters giveaway entry. Seriously. Y’all. This was a hard one to judge. *sniffle*
But after much lip-gnawing and snuffling, the five winners are:
Mary Kate for “I walked up the first two stairs and realized that my dad was reading Sonnets from the Portuguese to my mom by candlelight. I crept back down the stairs and stepped outside to our front porch and sat on the stoop until my curfew so as not to disturb them.”
Krista for “I came home after a rough day in class and found my bedroom walls covered-- floor to ceiling and wall-to-wall-- with post-it notes. They each had a different message of love for me, written in my BF’s hand.”
Joanne for “I saw you staring at me. You can’t have my new coat. You can have a drink with me. Will you?” I can think of several amazing romances that could start with a line like that.
Lorelie for “You’re married to a man who is more in love with you then you are with yourself.”
KCFla for “Because I love him to the depths of my soul.”
Honorable Mention to Nora Roberts, or, more specifically, Nora’s late father, because “All the love I can send with a three-penny stamp” is sigh-worthy like damn, to Christina for “I loved her more than monkeypants,” because, dude, monkeypants! And to Vicki, for “He said, So, can you get me some Percocet?” Vicki, you deserve so much better than that. Here’s hoping you find it.
Winners, please with your addresses so I can send you your books of love letters. Congrats!
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