Baby,
you complete me. You are my clone; my soul mate. Scary thought,
but true.
The
person who was just a friend is . . . suddenly the only person you can ever
imagine yourself with. You know me better than I know myself.
It
was the million tiny little things that when you added them all up, they meant
we were supposed to be together. It is
like . . . magic. In the
movie of our lives, you get to play Tom Hanks and I get to play Meg Ryan.
I’m
your density. Since God’s
time-space continuum is different than ours, it is no wonder it took Him fifty-six
years before He led you onto my path.
When
you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the
rest of your life to start as soon as possible. I knew
when you asked me to marry you after only six weeks of dating, and we married
after only knowing each other for three months, that our life would be perfect
from the very start.
I
married you so I can kiss you anytime I want. And I find myself wanting to kiss you often,
especially when you shower our children and grandchildren with your unselfish
love. I find your kind heart very sexy. You
should be kissed and often and by someone who knows how - me.
When
I look at you, and I . . . and I’m home. Life on this patch of dirt takes
on special meaning because you are here, next to me, only a few steps away, all
day long. You give my life peace and joy and safety.
My
heart is, and always will be, yours. I may not say I love you as
many times as I should, but then, HoneyBunch, everything I do is to show my
love and respect for you.
As
you wish, my dearest HoneyBunch.
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