dear future husband…

The reason that I sometimes spell love as lvoe is because I want to save all my LOVEs for you. I want you only to have it all in its truest and most purest form.

I want you to know that the love I have for you is unwarranted, pure, perplexing, invigorating, daunting, excessive and not the least bit shameful, successive, ambivalent, and all other types of ambiguity.

I don’t only want to make you food, I want to feed you and your soul with endless stories about the moon and the stars and the stars and the moons. I’ll name every star after each cell in your body.

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