dear {soon to be} husband,

my life with you is one of such great happiness,
that i can scarce begin to describe.

our differences may cause us grief at times,
but in the end, they are so very small.

{drawers and hangers are overrated,
and messes may sometimes creep in}

i know you are not one for grand, romantic gestures
but simple, meaningful ones instead.
i know you do not shout our love from the rooftops
but i would not have it that way.
i cherish your deep, quiet way of loving me.

i await the day when i wake beside you and say

{good morning, husband}

just thinking of that moment

the warm fuzzies invade my heart all over again

a spiral of heat within my chest

and i feel how much you love me,

and how i love you in return.

i would always choose you to be mine

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