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
A great idea invented by women to suck the life out of the men they proclaim love for only to, within weeks of marriage, turn into a poisonous paranoid haridan intent on destroying everything about him she was supposed to love, the bastards!