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To the Woman Who Will be My Wife

I was around fifteen when I first imagined myself as your husband and I distinctly remember Laughing and tearing up, just a little, because I didn’t think it was possible for someone like you to love someone like me. I did not know how to love... but there we were genuinely happy and in love, adrift in the aether of my teenage imagination, your face was hidden from me. I return the comfort of that fantasy and conjure scenes of our life together. Spending time with you comforts me and gives me peace. Wherever you are, please know that I love you and that I am looking for you. Darling, you are literally my fantasy and I will not rest until our love is our reality.     I cannot wait to meet you. Have a great day, Love.   I can’t wait to hear about it! Yours. Always.
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dmharry
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Published
Nov 21, 2017
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#love#wife#husband#fantasy#peace#passion#teenager#young#you
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