She’s mine. She might not know it yet, but she’s mine.

You're still like a chocolate cupcake while I'm that weird lemon-white chocolate cookie people always pick last because it's weird.

This woman?Mine.Because I’m hers.Heart, body, and soul. She’s it. I’m done.

Kids, marriage, my job, her workaholic tendencies – it all flies out the window. I am not letting this woman go. Not anytime soon anyway.