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May 2020
I find happiness in all the weirdest places that nobody can ever imagine to look, people find it to be dumb, I love being with the man of my dreams even though he is a redneck, ill-tempered, foulmouthed, raises cain at people who deserve to be put into their rightful place and he's downright truthful. He speaks his mind and his peace whether they like it or not.

Some people think all of those things are wrong in somebody but to me, all of those things make him perfect for me. I love all of his special faults to be his perfection beyond doubt. I love him for who he is and for all he can be.

He thinks I'm perfect just the way I am, I'm true to myself, to him, he loves my ******* mouth, my temper, my tears, my fears and most of all he thinks I'm beautiful to the point of making him lose his mind and thoughts.

To me he hung the moon and stars for me, he makes all my dreams come true and I'm his one and only. To him I'm his angel who saved him, his beautiful queen who has his back no matter what, who will give him anything he wants, I'm his reason for getting up every day and facing a  world that doesn't want to understand or even take the time to get to know the real him, where I do understand and know every wonderful thing about him that makes him so great and unique.


He tells me that I'm his dream come true, he can't and won't picture his life without me. He told me that if I ever left him, he would come after me and bring me back no matter what because I mean the world to him, he never had a woman like me before, a faithful, honest, trustworthy, kind, ****, beautiful and downright crazy as hell.

I would **** for him, die for him, fight for him, and above all, I will always love him and never betray him in any way. He is my world, my happiness, and my one true love. Next to him stands my other happiness and that is our children.

Even though his children were not born from my body, they are still my kids, even though my daughter isn't his she still is his daughter also. These are all my happiness, that some people think is dumb to them and those people will never ever know what real bliss or a blessing is in their lives because they don't know and they don't have the courage to find out what real happiness means in this world. By: Vera Rice
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