Every single day, I am grateful for you.
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Before you, I knew that I would never be suited for a conventional love relationship. How could a woman who exists mostly in her own inner world, so tightly controlled, ever share a life with another person — until “death do us part,” no less? Every attempt I’d ever made at normal had failed miserably. I am too complicated, too particular, too anal as you put it.
But when I curl into your chest’s concave spot that is just my shape and size, and you wrap your arms around me, and you whisper, “I love you, sweetheart,” I don’t think you realize that I have found my safe and peaceful space in your heart — my happiest, hope-filled place. And my inner world isn’t just mine anymore. It’s yours, too.
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I will never be able to adequately express just how much you mean to me. I don’t think they have invented an actual word for how much I love you yet. I only hope, for the rest of our lives, you will always know just how much you mean to me, how deeply in love with you I am, and how lucky I feel to have you as my husband.
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I love you because every cell of my body responds to your touch, to your look, to the way you move and the way you sound. I love you because something, somewhere, directed me to you. Through the paths we have taken to one another, I have loved you. I’ve played in comfortable places among comfortable people until I had no choice but to leave there to come to you here.
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