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svxp:

how great is this dress

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how great is this dress

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a letter i’ll never send

He was everything that was beautiful, and important, and eye-opening to me; he always will be. He was the sunshine of my life, the love in my heart, and the voice to my silence. He was the most beautiful mess I have ever come into contact with, he was the soft rain to my sunday morning peace, he was the rainbow to my rumbling storm, he was the standard panda to my little red panda, he was the touch that I so desperately needed, and was the scent that calmed my nerves. He was home to me; he still is. He is more beautiful than a painting worth millions of dollars, in fact, they’ve got nothing on him. I swear to you, if someone hung him up in a high scale museum, that place would be in business for the rest of eternity. He has a happiness to him that is both undefined and refreshing. He is the color yellow for the sole reason that he oozes positive energy and radiates warmth. I love the way he looks in the morning, hair and beard all disarrayed, limbs weak from slumber, and eyes heavy with contentment. I love the way he will swing his arm over my patiently waiting side and kiss my shoulder while sleep claims him until I can. I love the sound of his beating heart, slow and steady, and the way his nose will gently twitch in his sleep. I love the way he wakes up, so beautiful, and full of love, and cuddles, and everything in between. The way he kisses my forehead while he gently pulls me in is something that would give heaven a run for its money. The way his fingers outlined my every inch, the way his hands grasped onto the small of my back, the way his lips so effortlessly found mine, and the way our heart beats would sync up was the most beautiful thing I had ever experienced; I’m half convinced he is an angel in disguise because who else could lead me and save me like he could? The way his hands cradle my face so I look up at him, the way he looks at me with such intimate love, and the way his eyes tell the most touching story are the things that make me melt. When he picks me up for no reason or kisses me out of the blue is when my heart soars. The way he would chew his lip when he got frustrated, the way he would protect me when I was “in danger,” the way he would reassure me and whisper “baby, I’m right here and I’m here to stay” were the things that made this cruel world worth living in. When he prayed over me as I cried, I swear I knew it right then: I will marry this man. I love the way he snuck out of the grocery store to buy flowers off the streets of New York, just to surprise me with them when I turned around. I love how passionate he is about everything he’s done and everything he’ll do in the future. I love the way he plays guitar and sings so beautifully; it will always put me in a trance. I love how he wants to hammock for days, climb trees for hours, throw the frisbee until his hand goes numb, and run around to his hearts content. I love to watch other people fall in love with him just like I have, because they get to see just what my heaven looks like. I want to take all of his pain away, all the anxiety, and all the stress. I want to put the light back into his eyes and show him that this world is better with a partner in crime. I want to put him on the highest of all pedestals and get a bullhorn, shouting, “LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT EVERYTHING THAT HE IS BECAUSE I AM SO PROUD!” I want to love him; I want to give him what he has given me, which is a safe haven and a home, like he has never even know before. I want to take back all of the fights, all of the tears, and all of the resentment, and replace it with love, kisses, and smiles. I want to show him off, but more importantly, show the world who my better half is and why. I would write for the rest of my life if that meant he knew how important he is to me. I wish I could turn back time so these few weeks never happened, and I wish I could take his pain and make it my own, and more importantly, I wish he was here sleeping beside me, because when he’s around is when I have no doubt in my mind that God exists. I couldn’t have been more blessed by his presence, much less his love. He is everything that is amazing, glorious, beautiful, and wonderful. Charlie, don’t you ever let anyone tell you differently. You will always be the hand my heart resides in and the man that astounds me every single day. With all the love this world could possibly hold, I want you to know that and to keep it with you forevermore.

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