Happy “Almost” Anniversary…!

Dear you…

The truth is, since I first saw you, you already caught my eyes, because I see that you’re in somekind of way is different, but I know that I can do nothing. For the second time, I met you, I strangely like you.

I don’t remember when it starts, but I started missing you all the time, even if we already spent almost 24 hours together. Sometimes I wish that I had never met you, so I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there.

Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can’t control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That’s what it’s like for me. I didn’t plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt that you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me love like that has happened only once, and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.

It’s been one year when I decide that there is no other man could make me head over heel, and it is only you, who can make me love the way I am. Sometime I feel like I can’t love you enough.

In one year we both embracing the happiest time and struggling through saddest time, having that makes me realize that we can go through everything.

I am proud to be your wife and a mother of our daughter.

I love your differences, and I admire your spirits as simple as I adore and love you.

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