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