I am a proud wife of an imperfect perfect husband. He is the only one in this world who can tolerate my madness. He is the only one in this world who will love me until all the collagen in my body leaves, and I’ll end up looking like a rag. He is the only one in this world who tells me I am beautiful even though I feel like the ugliest woman on Earth. That is how awesome my husband is.

I am quite proud of myself because I am still willing to go for romance though I feel broken.

I am quite proud of myself because I am still willing to go for romance though I feel broken.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres.

I am not the perfect person, but I promise to try to be someone you can be proud of.

I want someone who’s happy to be with me. Someone who’s scared of losing me. Someone who’s proud to show me off. Someone who loves me with all their heart and someone who’s excited to share the rest of their life with me.

I’m proud of my heart. It’s been played, stabbed, cheated, burned, and broken but somehow still works.

I’m so proud of the man you have become. You are the most amazing human being I have ever known, and I can’t believe that I’m the one who got you. You are the love of my life, sweetheart.