Christine
I have a poet's soul and a lover's heart. You have a sense of reason and a glowing warmth radiating from deep inside. I don't think I'll ever find anyone else. As a matter of fact, I don't want anyone else. We are symmetrical. If we cut ourselves in half and swap pieces with each other, we maintain a powerful sense of equilibrium. You are my lover, my friend, my essence, my stability, my everything. There's not enough words in the english language to even summarize what you mean to me. The words are infinite and stretch beyond the horizon of the setting sun. I love you very much and I always will no matter how rough the waves may be. This is our precious ship sailing the unforgiving sea. Hold fast, my love, for we will make it through the voyage, and I promise you when we find that deserted island we're looking for, we'll dock on the beach and clench the sand in our fists. I wrote our names upon the beach, and the tide may have washed away that small symbol of our unity, but it will take our bond out to sea and carry it around the world. So, no matter where we go in life or what paths we take, whenever we look at the ocean, we'll know that our love is mixed amongst the salt water and waves: bittersweet and priceless. Christine Marie Brasile, I love you. Plain and simple. No asterisks, no footnotes, nothing of the sort.