So as I sit here and ponder things, it has turned over to become Monday July 16th. Many thoughts have I in my head, but only one do i seem to dwell on. Not ten feet from where I type this, lay the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. It hasn't been easy for you to live with me for nigh a decade now, 1/3 of my life almost, this I know. it takes a strong soul to do what you have done. Who else will wipe the sweat from my brow and the tears from my eyes when the hell that greets each night becomes too much to bear? Who else will smile complaicently when I am dead set something will work and it doesn't? Who else could have given me the most preacious thing in my life?
I have labored over what to say for this special day and have come to a conclusion. Throughout the many ups and downs we have shared, I believed I loved you more than I ever thought possible. Upon stringent evaluation I have discovered this to not be the case. To say “I love you” comes to the tongue far too easily. It is a saying, used in ambiguity to refer to a slew of different people, or in some cases perpetuates a lie.
We share not love, a petty and simple notion in this world. My feelings have far transcended that infantile stage and have evolved to a stage I never thought possible. People die for love, dying is easy; it’s living for some one that is the hard part. Amy, I LIVE for you
