Even before we met and long after we're both gone, my heart lives inside of yours. I'm forever and ever in love with you.

My spirit is free. My heart is taken.

It's hard to say which I like more, the perfectly happy days or the hours right after we've ended a good fight.

I wrote this about you, about our love, our story. And I feel so damn lucky that others in this world, strangers in other parts, can steal a piece of what we have and feel so lucky too.