I was almost lost when I met her;
was on the verge of giving up in love when she saved me.
She was there when I thought I wouldn't be able to love again;
assured me that I deserve the love I thought I didn't.
She's always there to remind me of my worth.
She never fails to tell me how much you love me.
She always gives me reassurance,
showering me with love and compliments.
Everything feels like home when I'm with her.
Her presence in my life has given me peace and comfort.
She has made me realize the true meaning of genuine love
because your entire existence is pure and lovely.
She's indeed the greatest, best blessing I've ever received
I am not the best. I am also imperfect. I often make mistakes.
I may be clumsy. I may be a fool. I often sulk. I am sensitive.
I can be really emotional. And, I am 100% mentally unstable.
But regardless of these things, she's there to assure me that I have her
and that I am not alone, and will never be alone as long as I have her.
Completely tearing up while writing this, and she's sleeping soundly and comfortably on my bed. I was like, "Oh shit, how much I love this woman."
On the 3rd day of September, I am celebrating our 5th month of love
with my woman, my wife, my love, my life, and my everything.
She's already everything I could ever ask for.
No one could compete with the love I have for her.
I love her more than she could ever imagine.
I love her more than she thinks I do.
I love her more than anyone and anything in this world.
I love her more than these words can express.
She's more than just my girlfriend.
She's my life, my savior, my safe haven.
I am home when I'm with her.
I'm home and I am holding her in my arms while we sleep. Finally.