I love my husband.
I love the way he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. I have all the insecurities in the world and he makes me feel perfect.
I love the way he rushes home from work just in time to see me and will hug me tight, plant small kisses and tell me how much he missed me.
I love the way he takes care of everything. When I make a mess out of cooking, he will fix it and turn it into a delicious meal.
I love those moments when we’re walking hand in hand. He makes me feel safe and secure.
I love how he laughs at me and hugs me when I cry in a movie.
I love those quiet moments when we’re watching a movie at home, his arms around me and my head on his shoulders. It feels like I’m in a comfort zone.
I love how he makes me laugh when I’m sad and how he understands and keeps quiet when I need some space.
He knows how to make me happy.
He has seen the worst in me and still accepted me for who I am.
He never fails to say that he loves me.
I love him dearly. I cannot imagine myself without him.
We’ve known each other for 13 years. We found each other and were never apart. We are each other’s first and last love.
Looking forward to more years of happiness and togetherness, and overcoming challenges.