Seven years. Seventh inning stretch. Four Score and Seven years ago? yeah thats a stretch... You know you have the one when youve survived seven years of ups and downs. You know you have the one when her pains become yours and knowledge of that pain is present, even when she isnt by your side. You know you have the one when you are ever evolving and becoming the best team anyone could wish for; with support, love, wisdom and compassion that endeavors a host of love and life worth cherishing. That very life, I wouldnt live without. Her lucky number is also seven. I might not get everything I was raised to expect but knowing that I get her, makes more sense than 42 being the answer to life, the universe and everything. If Douglas Adams was still alive, hed write an entire series on the irony of our time together. He would write about the six degrees of separation being smashed. He would write about how two lives that should have met long before seven years ago, considering the fact that weve been ever so close our entire lives. He would write about how I could have smelled her hair or stared at her ass in line at Wal-Mart one day and never had known it would be her. Now its up to me to write that story. To express the devotion that has grown from the worst of luck, only to be the best of luck when she and her father chose my store to come into. My seven year itch is the wondering of where our lives will go and how to see to it that she stays mine. The fact that she chose me, I am forever grateful for. I love you Nicole.
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 13:41:21 +0000
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