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