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An open letter to my husband

My dear husband,
We were just kids when we fell in love. 
18, didn't know a thing about life, but we knew we were meant to be together. 
We met at a time when I did not feel ready to be attached to anyone. A time when I was an internal wreck. A time when I was ready to be wild. We met at a time when I wasn't looking for love. 
You walked into my life, and I expected a friend. I didn't see it coming when I fell in love as quickly as I did. 
I remember falling in love with you like it was yesterday. The party got shut down. We almost got arrested. 
It was cold. We were tired. But we talked all night long. I fell in love with you in a gas station parking lot.. time stood still as I memorized your eyes, and took in the beauty of your laughter. Moments passed slow and conversation never stopped. 
We watched the sun set, and before we knew it we were watching it rise again. 
I waited for you to kiss me. But you didn't. I went home and fell asleep thinking about your smile. 
I knew then that you would be the man I would marry, and 1 month later we did just that. 
I still love you, just like I did that day... But in a deeper more connected way. 
I still look at you and marvel over your georgous smile. 
I still look at you and pinch myself because some days I feel like you are too good to be true.
You are the love of my life. My soul mate. My lover. My dear husband. Through thick and thin. Good times and bad. Sickness and health. Rich or poor. I'll love you forever and ever. 💞

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