I love my wife. She knows me better than I know myself, yet loves me anyway. I love the way she smells, better than fresh cut grass or baking cookies. I love how her hair feels against my face. Her smile is heartbreaking, and her eyes are mesmerizing. Sometimes, I love her so much that I have to pray asking God not to be jealous. She truly is my soul-mate. A light to my grumpy and scatterbrained existence. No matter what, I will love her forever.
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