Than the way we met,
The way providence through us together
So many times.
It seemed like it was meant to be.
But nothing could have spelled disaster
More than my confession,
How I bared my immature feelings
So childishly.
It seemed like that was the end for us,
If there had truly been a beginning.
And yet the story continued,
Merely postponed for two years
While you had chance to forget
And I had a chance to grow up.
Fortune favored us yet again,
Throwing us into one another’s paths
Like a pair of loaded dice.
But this time the game was right.
We clicked,
Secured in place by our mutual affection
And the hand of God.
It really was meant to be.
Now four years and a son later,
Nothing has made me happier
Than being your wife,
Your friend,
Your companion.
And nothing will ever lessen
My love for you.
I am yours.
Always.
TH
14 March 2009
2:07 a.m.
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