Dear Future Wife,
There's seriously so much I want to say to you. For starters, and i've said this once, twice, but i'm gonna say it a thousand more ing times; i'm so happy we met. If you weren't there that one fateful night to distract my mind from thoughts of the one who got away and helped me move on from my unfortunate heartbreak, I probably would've really gave up on love. Granted, we discussed about how that is technically impossible, but I was done romantically opening my heart up to people who did nothing but tear it to pieces. I don't wanna say i'm fragile, but... goddamnit, after taking so much over the years i've become such. It may not exactly be the biggest organ in my body, but it's indeed a vital one, and long enough has it been ragged. It's had plenty of stiches and each told a different story but none stayed in tact. Like reopened wounds, the sting hurt, however, I firmly believe the healing magic that is your love properly restored my heart.
You rescued me from almost drowning in misery, and breathed new life into my soul. I feel alive again, and thus i'm grateful for the relationship that blossomed between us. You don't know how happy you make me whenever I am with, talk, or simply think about you. You're there to comfort when i'm at my worst, you leave me smiling and in awe over how freakin cute you are, you drive me crazy- in a good sense, you bring out the possessive side of myself whereas if anybody dared to steal you away, they'd face my wrath. I would fight for you. I will protect you. I will be there for you like you are for me. You're this king's serenity, my queen. I can never get enough of your kisses, hugs, sweet and endless comments, etc.
Let it be known our bond shall never break, for the love we have for one another is truly Sempiternal. I love you, Hannah Pixie Snowdon. Never forget that.
Sincerely, your future husband
Oliver
