Getting back to Ronald Reagan....
I have a book called "I love you, Ronnie" which is a collection of letters he wrote to Nancy Reagan over the course of their 50 year marriage. They're all scanned and in his original handwritting and on letterhead from various places that he's stayed, including The White House. It's the sweetest thing ever.
He was such a eloquent and poignant writer and above all, a loving man. It's precious. If ever I have any doubt that long-lasting love can exist, this book is proof of that.
Here are a couple examples. I wonder does this change anyone's guess of his type?
(*Warning: This may be vomit inducing for anti-romantics*)
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The White House
Washington
March 4, 1981
Dear First Lady,
As Pres, of the U.S. It is my honor + priviledge to cite you for service above + beyond the call of duty in that you have made one man (me) the most happy man in the world for 29 years.
_____________________
Beginning in 1951 Nancy Davis seeing the plight of a lonely man who didn't know how lonely he really was determined to rescue him from a completely empty life. Refusing to be rebuffed by a certain amount of stupidity on his part she ignored his somewhat slow response. With patience + tenderness she gradually brought the light of understanding to his darkened, obtuse mind and he discovered the joy of loving someone with all his heart.
Nancy Davis then went on to bring him happiness for the next 29 years as Nancy Davis Reagan for which she has received + will continue to receive his undying devotion forever + ever.
She has done this in spite of the fact that he still cant find the words to tell her how lost he would be without her. He sits in the Oval office from which he can see (if he scrooches down) her window and feels warm all over just knowing she is there.
The above is the statement of the man who benefited from her act of heroism.
The below is his signature.
(Signature of Ronald Reagan - Pres. of the U.S.)
P.S. He - I mean I, love and adore you.
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From the inside jacket of the back cover:
March 4, 1963
My Darling,
This is really just an in-between day. It is a day on which I love you three hundred and sixty-five days more than I did a year ago and three hundred and sixty-five days less than I will a year from now.
But I wonder how I lived at all for all the three hundred and sixty-five before I met you.
All my love,
Your Husband.
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What say you?