Mark Sanford Love Letters: The Mixtape!

Mark Sanford, South Carolina governor, yesterday admitted to having a sultry South American love affair in Buenos Aires.  Last night, emails between Sanford and his hot-blooded, smoky-eyed, mystery woman of shade and ferns were published in The State. As Mark wrote so passionately,

At the same time we are in a hopelessly — or as you put it impossible — or how about combine and simply say hopelessly impossible situation of love.

This is the stuff Journey songs are made of.  So I’ve put together a very special mixtape for you and the governor and his paramour “Maria.”  Click through for the emails and the soundtrack to Mark Sanford’s heart.  

These are excerpts from Maria’s correspondence:

I haven’t felt this since I was in my teen ages, when afterwards I got married. I do love you, I can feel it in my heart, and although I don’t know if we’ll ever be able to meet again this has been the best that has happened to me in a long time You made me realized (sic) how you feel when you realy (sic) love somebody and how much you want to be beside the beloved.

You are my love … something hard to believe even for myself as it’s also a kind of impossible love, not only because of distance but situation.

Sometimes you don’t choose things, they just happen … I can’t redirect my feelings and I am very happy with mine towards you. Hope you have had a good day, guess with much work.

Send you all my love and goodnight kisses. Sweet dreams from down south. I’ll dream with you.

Send you millions of kisses that will last till we get in touch again. best wishes from the deepest of my heart.

And these are the songs of Mark’s self.

You are special and unique and fabulous in a whole host of ways that are worth a much longer conversation.

To me, and I suspect no one else on earth, there is something wonderful about listening to country music playing in the cab, air conditioner running, the hum of a huge diesel engine in the background, the tranquility that comes with being in a virtual wilderness of trees and marsh, the day breaking and vibrant pink coming alive in the morning clouds — and getting to build something with each scoop of dirt.

As I mentioned in our last visit, while I did not need love fifteen years ago — as the battle scars of life and aging and politics have worn on this has become a real need of mine. You have a particular grace and calm that I adore. You have a level of sophistication that is so fitting with your beauty. I could digress and say that you have the ability to give magnificently gentle kisses, or that I love your tan lines or that I love the curves of your hips, the erotic beauty of you holding yourself (or two magnificent parts of yourself) in the faded glow of night’s light.  (This one’s NSFW.)

— but hey, that would be going into the sexual details we spoke of at the steakhouse at dinner — and unlike you I would never do that!  (Also NSFW – sorry, but the man is talking about getting his grind on, and you need to respect that.)

Despite the best efforts of my head my heart cries out for you, your voice, your body, the touch of your lips, the touch of your finger tips and an even deeper connection to your soul.

Source: The State.