You're the guy I'm going to marry. I'll walk down the aisle in a beautiful white dress, and you'll say "I do" and make me happier than I've ever been. You'll treat me right, be there for me when I need you, and won't be afraid to tell me things I don't want to hear. You'll love dogs, of course, and work a steady job. You'll provide for me, though I'll be working too. To me, you're perfect.
I just haven't met you yet.
Love,
Becky
Thursday, January 6, 2011
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