A bunny
rabbit who stole my breath away when she charged through the school doors to literally chase the sunset. The one whose ooey-gooey Hershey drop chocolate eyes I could get lost in for all time. My shahzadi. A living breathing angel. Hotter than the open flame of the bunsen burner we
broke test tubes next to. The one who says she will make me an honest woman by marrying me, the forever blushing bear, in pixie hollow. My beautiful
bully, my blushing bride, my notorious S.I.G.
My wife gave me the teenage
romance of my dreams, and for that and not that alone, I
love her very very much. Je t'aime,
mon ange.
-Nora