fic: How Do I Love Thee, Let Me Count The Ways
Title: How Do I Love Thee, Let Me Count The Ways
Author: Hackysack01
Summary: Reid writes Luke a letter proclaiming his love for him on Valentine’s day. Is a sequel to The Wooing Period, but can also be read as a stand-alone.
Rating: Pg
Disclaimer: quotes are from Shakespeare and Love Actually
Warnings: so sappy it hurts
Luke,
I've never done this before, haven't ever wanted to do it for anyone, but now...well, here it is.
I've spent days discarding draft after draft as I try to find the words to tell you how I feel, and whilst this is easily the schmaltziest thing I've ever written - complete with quotes from Shakespeare - believe me when I say that it's all true.
"How do I love thee, let me count the ways"
You exude a warmth which I’m drawn to and humbled by, and the world seems a brighter place when I'm with you. When you walk through the door you light up the room, and not just because of your beautiful smile.
You are the most caring, generous man I have ever known, and I still can't believe that you are my guy.
When you came with me to Texas, that's when I knew. I was nothing to you, and I'd been nothing but rude and insulting towards you, and yet you were there with me, so present and supportive. That’s when it stopped being about attraction and became something more.
But let’s be honest. You're stubborn and you're bossy and you're tenacious when it comes to what you want and what you believe in, and yet without these character traits, you wouldn't be you. You're strong and smart and passionate and you don't do anything by halves. You intimidate me, you make me crazy and you make me feel young and free. You are beautiful from the inside out, and words can't express how much I love and respect you. There, I said it, the dreaded "L word.”
Thank you for taking a chance on me. If you care about me even half as much as I care about you, then I'm a lucky man. All I want is to make you as happy as I am with you. I know I can be an insufferable arsehole without even trying, but I will always try my best never to hurt you.
I don't want to scare you off five months in, but for now, let me say this: to me you are perfect, and my wasted heart will love you until you are old and grey.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Reid.
Ps: if you think another sap-fest like this is coming your way any time in the near future then you are seriously deluded.
Author: Hackysack01
Summary: Reid writes Luke a letter proclaiming his love for him on Valentine’s day. Is a sequel to The Wooing Period, but can also be read as a stand-alone.
Rating: Pg
Disclaimer: quotes are from Shakespeare and Love Actually
Warnings: so sappy it hurts
Luke,
I've never done this before, haven't ever wanted to do it for anyone, but now...well, here it is.
I've spent days discarding draft after draft as I try to find the words to tell you how I feel, and whilst this is easily the schmaltziest thing I've ever written - complete with quotes from Shakespeare - believe me when I say that it's all true.
"How do I love thee, let me count the ways"
You exude a warmth which I’m drawn to and humbled by, and the world seems a brighter place when I'm with you. When you walk through the door you light up the room, and not just because of your beautiful smile.
You are the most caring, generous man I have ever known, and I still can't believe that you are my guy.
When you came with me to Texas, that's when I knew. I was nothing to you, and I'd been nothing but rude and insulting towards you, and yet you were there with me, so present and supportive. That’s when it stopped being about attraction and became something more.
But let’s be honest. You're stubborn and you're bossy and you're tenacious when it comes to what you want and what you believe in, and yet without these character traits, you wouldn't be you. You're strong and smart and passionate and you don't do anything by halves. You intimidate me, you make me crazy and you make me feel young and free. You are beautiful from the inside out, and words can't express how much I love and respect you. There, I said it, the dreaded "L word.”
Thank you for taking a chance on me. If you care about me even half as much as I care about you, then I'm a lucky man. All I want is to make you as happy as I am with you. I know I can be an insufferable arsehole without even trying, but I will always try my best never to hurt you.
I don't want to scare you off five months in, but for now, let me say this: to me you are perfect, and my wasted heart will love you until you are old and grey.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Reid.
Ps: if you think another sap-fest like this is coming your way any time in the near future then you are seriously deluded.