Letters From a Lover

A snail mail subscription that takes you on a fantastical journey of self-love, development and romance.

Each letter comes with at least two pages of poetic dialogue and an immersive sketch or drawing, all wrapped and sealed with wax.

The “Love like Magic” story is written from the perspective of your Higher Self - if your higher self were a powerful faery set out to explore under documented regions of your magical world. Inside each letter is a reminder and a demand to love yourself fervently and without question.

 frequently Asked Questions

  • No! The letters are mailed the first Monday of each month. When you purchase a letter package you will be sent your first letter on the following first Monday from your purchase and then each month for the duration of the 12 part story.

  • You can purchase the story at 7$ a month or 65$ for the year.

  • Each letter is sent out with at least two pages of dialogue, written from the perspective of someone who truly adores and believes in you. There will also be drawings or illustrations, as well as adornments to the packages.

  • I've created these letters to bring something tangible and loving to your doorstep.

    When reading the letters from a lover, you will be transported to a world that inspires and energizes you to face the world we live in today.

    We so often forget to give ourselves the reassurances we need to feel deserving and worthy in life. This adventure was written to remind you that you are thoroughly loved.

  • Absolutely!

    When you order, you will receive an email confirmation with a printable PDF certificate to give to your loved one. That way you can give them something on the special day and let them know that they will be receiving a gift from you every month for an entire year!

romantacize your life

With Poetry

To the love that sustains me, 

I ache to know of your world. To know what your mind spins and binds into reality. What the people of your world spend their time creating. I yearn to know of your heart. Of how it swells and stutters through the passing of your day. Of whom or what may cause such inhalation or absence in your chest.  I have long hours on my hands these days. We are making our way through the channel and though it is a beautiful journey, it is decidedly lacking your warmth. Will you take the time to write to me? To ponder these questions? It would delight me beyond words, if I knew you were spending your days contemplating such beautiful quandaries. 

As for me, I am sitting on the deck as I write this and the spray of salt and musk fills the air. That is where my body resided but what in truth is taking up my time is you.  I am simply dreaming of your presence again darling. Of your welcoming arms. Of the way your smile cracks open tombs of hearts into living things once again. Of your wisdom, and how you patiently teach it. Of your lips, and how soft they feel pressed to mine. I am sitting on the deck of this wild machine, making my way to a land long unseen, and yet my eyes only search for you. I search for you in the iridescence of the clouds. Of the wide sweeping trunnels of trees. In the music of nature herself. 

Alas, I am not there with you. And you are on a journey of your own. One filled with salt and musk of a different sort. It is a blessing to miss someone so. It is a sensational torture to know the ache of your absence for I know our reunion will be a satisfying one. Though I am hungry today, I know that I will be filled once again. And I hope you know that too. That in all the places you ache for filling, that you will be filled. That the yearning and longing and waiting is a blessing, because you know how thoroughly their arrival will satisfy you…

-and excerpt from a letter