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.
A woman who cares too much for a man assuming to be too much blessed to take her for granted easily. But a woman who cares is a woman who definitely knows how to uncare and turn her back away.
Every woman deserves a man who looks at her every day the way he looked at her the first time he saw her.
Truly I do not know what I did to deserve the love of such an incredible woman. I don't tell you often enough how happy you make me and how grateful I am to have you in my life. If I could have ordered a perfect partner to be custom-made just for me, the end result would have been a person who is 100 percent exactly like you. I love you.
How lucky am I that this incredible woman who has long been my friend turns out to be the love of my life?