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Prose of Love for My Future Husband

When I  met his eyes, I felt magic. From screen, he became real. From hundred kilometers apart, our space became inches. That was the first time we met.

He's the sweetest person I don't want to lose. He's a certified geek and my research buddy. A bit younger than me but his maturity is older than me. He's so tall that I feel so safe with him near me.

I can still describe his eyes that moment. They are brown made by his father's genes. He's handsome in his own way. The way he works hard makes him so appealing. I love it when he laugh.

To be honest, I was scared before. I was scared knowing that his eyes can drown me. It's a deep well. Emotions were lying inside. I just need to talk for him to release it.

I, I really love talking to a smart guy like him.  He's good at comforting too when I cry like a crybaby and when I panic due to stress. I know it's selfish but I wish he can smile only to me. So, please, don't marry him. I know he's mine.