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My dearest Debbbie,
I can't remember what I had for breakfast today. But I remember kissing you on a wall 15 years ago in the middle of a cool summer's night rainfall in Geneva, NY; I remember the passion; I remember you laughed because my wet shoulders were steaming.
I can't remember who I wrote the last check to yesterday. But I remember the night we made love 13 years ago and concieved our child; it was July and I didn't need to count backwards from her birthday; it was a hot and humid Saturday night in Wamego, KS; I remember the passion; I remember dabbing the little beads of sweat off your brow afterwards.
I can't remember the disagreements we've had. But I remember the Friday that we bought and sold a million dollars worth of real estate and businesses in Tampa, Fl.; I remember the nervous emotion and giddy excitement of starting another new life; I remember at dinner you reached under the table and squeezed my hand while telling our dinner guests, "yep, he's a winner, I think I'll keep him."
So my dearest, as you sleep peacefully, I am agonizing over each word in my best effort to tell you how I love you so. Every moment of every day since the first time I laid eyes on you and nooged Ed K. and told him, "see her? She is my future wife." That was 16 years ago. Yes, I remember. Paying bills is easy to forget. Old bosses...easy to forget. All the pretty women I have had the pleasure to eyeball...very easy to forget. You? Hard to forget. Hard to stop thinking about. Hard to stop wanting. I want you right now. I will want you 10 years from now. When I said, "till death do us part" I meant to keep that promise. That is why I am,
yours forever,
Mike
I can't remember what I had for breakfast today. But I remember kissing you on a wall 15 years ago in the middle of a cool summer's night rainfall in Geneva, NY; I remember the passion; I remember you laughed because my wet shoulders were steaming.
I can't remember who I wrote the last check to yesterday. But I remember the night we made love 13 years ago and concieved our child; it was July and I didn't need to count backwards from her birthday; it was a hot and humid Saturday night in Wamego, KS; I remember the passion; I remember dabbing the little beads of sweat off your brow afterwards.
I can't remember the disagreements we've had. But I remember the Friday that we bought and sold a million dollars worth of real estate and businesses in Tampa, Fl.; I remember the nervous emotion and giddy excitement of starting another new life; I remember at dinner you reached under the table and squeezed my hand while telling our dinner guests, "yep, he's a winner, I think I'll keep him."
So my dearest, as you sleep peacefully, I am agonizing over each word in my best effort to tell you how I love you so. Every moment of every day since the first time I laid eyes on you and nooged Ed K. and told him, "see her? She is my future wife." That was 16 years ago. Yes, I remember. Paying bills is easy to forget. Old bosses...easy to forget. All the pretty women I have had the pleasure to eyeball...very easy to forget. You? Hard to forget. Hard to stop thinking about. Hard to stop wanting. I want you right now. I will want you 10 years from now. When I said, "till death do us part" I meant to keep that promise. That is why I am,
yours forever,
Mike