the most perfect man in my world is married to me. cheers to seven years together. i love him for everything that he is, everything he works for, hopes for, laughs about, and gives.
seven years ago, he chased me around a bar all night. seven years ago i started dating him thinking he was a rebound boy to date and help boost my self esteem and part ways. seven years have flown by. i have never loved or been loved like i am right this minute.