Example 1: To her partner of seven years, playful, about one page
395 words
My dearest Jonah,
Happy Valentine's Day. Or, as we say in our house, happy Pie Day.
I still think about that terrible speed dating night in Seattle seven years ago. Neither of us matched with anyone. Somehow that was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me. We went for pho afterward and stayed until they started stacking chairs around us. I didn't know it yet, but I had already met my person.
I knew for sure a month later, when you showed up to help me move with a rented van and a playlist called "Lifting Songs for Priya." Who does that? You do. You make hard things feel like a party.
That is what I love most about you. You are endlessly kind and endlessly calm. You take my anxiety seriously without ever making it a big deal. And you laugh at your own jokes before you reach the punchline, which makes me laugh harder than the joke ever could.
I treasure the small things. Sunday mornings, when you make masala chai from my mom's recipe, the one you learned from her on a video call. Your spreadsheet of every board game we've played, which I'm happy to remind you shows me ahead. And the way you warm your hands before you hold mine in winter. You probably think I don't notice. I always notice.
I will never forget the Olympic Peninsula, when we got completely lost looking for a beach and ended up at a roadside stand eating the best blackberry pie of our lives. And I will never forget the Valentine's Day we both forgot, ordered takeout and declared it Pie Day. Best holiday we ever made up.
When my dad was sick, you flew to New Jersey with me twice. You slept on my parents' lumpy pull-out couch and never complained once. I won't ever forget that. It meant more than I can say.
This year we are buying our first place. I can't wait to leave our little Ballard rental for a kitchen big enough for two people to cook in, and maybe a little garden. I'm looking forward to chai in our own kitchen and a lot more Pie Days.
Thank you for seven years of kindness, laughter and warm hands. I'd pick you again at any terrible speed dating night.
Happy Valentine's (and Pie Day).
Love, P.
What the writer told Toastful to get this letter
- Writer
- Priya, to my partner
- How Met
- We met at a terrible speed dating night in Seattle seven years ago. Neither of us matched with anyone, so we went for pho afterward and stayed until they started stacking chairs. I knew a month later when he showed up to help me move apartments with a rented van and a playlist he'd titled 'Lifting Songs for Priya.'
- What You Love
- He's endlessly kind and endlessly calm. He takes my anxiety seriously without ever making it a big deal. And he laughs at his own jokes before he reaches the punchline, which makes me laugh harder than the joke ever could.
- Little Things
- He makes masala chai on Sunday mornings using my mom's recipe, which he learned from her on a video call. He keeps a spreadsheet of every board game we've played and who won (I'm ahead). He always warms his hands before he holds mine in winter.
- Memories
- Our trip to the Olympic Peninsula, when we got completely lost looking for a beach and ended up at a roadside stand eating the best blackberry pie of our lives. And the Valentine's Day we both forgot, ordered takeout and declared it 'Pie Day' instead, which is now our official tradition.
- Support
- When my dad was sick two winters ago, Jonah flew with me to New Jersey twice and slept on my parents' lumpy pull-out couch without a single complaint.
- Looking ahead
- Buying our first place together this year. I'm looking forward to a kitchen big enough for two people to cook in, a little garden, and many more Pie Days.
- Extras
- Together seven years; we live in a little rental in Ballard. Our Valentine's tradition is pie instead of a fancy dinner. Sign off: 'Happy Valentine's (and Pie Day). Love, P.'