Monica Bielanko
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Before Marriage

Sunday September 19, 2004

Hello there Baby!

Here I sit.. Back in this chilly newsroom. But I am warm - despite the cold, knowing that you are out there somewhere in Brooklyn, having drinks with your brother and Kate, and hopefully missing me.

I want to thank you for the best week in my life, so far. I didn't think being with you could get much better than the time we spent crossing Texas together, but it did.. Can your visit to SLC top NYC? Jesus, I don't know but I'm damn sure going to give it a go..

You are the strongest, smartest, funniest, sexiest, most creative man I have ever met. The more time I spend with you, the more you astound me as you let your personality loose. It's ridiculous for me to even attempt to convey to you with mere words, the emotions that rocket through my body when I conjure up images of our time together this past week; you above me, me above you. Exchanging glances on the subway, circling the top of the mist-shrouded Empire State Building, taking in the amazing view with you by my side, talking about life as the sun slowly sinks below the Manhattan skyline in a blaze of glory..

Serge... be with me forever. Let's make this work. It's the greatest life experiment ever. How much can you love another human being? How hard can you try to make them feel like the most important person in the world? How far out of your way will you go to make it work? What does it take to make the greatest love story ever? What you and I share is better than any of the best.. Fuck Bogart and Bacall, forget about Sinatra and Ava Gardner, Clark Gable or Carol Lombard.. I can't keep my thoughts off you, I don't ever want to keep my hands off you.. We will pave our own relationship path.. taking cues from nobody but each other. I trust you implicitly.. I trust you because you are you.. Please don't ever doubt me. I am yours and only yours and cannot fathom letting another man into my world. I belong to you.


Monica: In a dark control room at News Station X.