my immortal beloved CHANEL VELVET BAG

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My immortal beloved,

My angel, my all, my very self-  and so starts the trio of love letters that will 

put many a man to shame especially in an age where romance has been compressed 

to a series of 140 carefully curated characters via a little blue bird or shaving a love 

heart onto your back(hair). I don't profess to be an expert on this subject (whether it's 

love or romance), otherwise what use would we have for a flying male toddler 

haphazardly shooting arrows around? 

Savage Garden once said, I knew I loved you before I met you, and boy 

when I first heard that Chanel was going to launch velvet versions of the boy 

bag I felt excitement that could only be described as euphoria, then anticipation
and then finally queasiness. The last emotion is solely attributed to fear that 
good on paper may result in disastrous circumstances; 
just one of the many things that Sex & the City taught me. 

But when you finally encounter that illusive, but perhaps too superfluously professed love,

 you will feel it from the tips of your toes and then you'll maybe even crinkle your nose. 

Because, when I first saw Miroslava Duma sauntering around with, not one, 

but two of these beauties- my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved,

 now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate 

will hear us- I can live only wholly with you or not at all

Another lesson that I learnt off Sex & the City (i.e. the bible) is that we're allowed more 

than one great love in our lives. The Chanel Velvet Boy Bag may not realise how 

absolutely perfect we'd be together, but that's okay, I know that they'll be 

many others that I will fall for and get rejected by my credit card company.

But that's the thing with great loves, I'll always carry it in my heart

and evidently, on my blog.

ever thine

ever mine

ever ours

x k

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