I knew when I got with you that, your halo was bent and those stitches in your heart stood for something.
I was oblivious, the skeletons in your closet were screaming at me to think.
Of course I did the opposite. I did everything but think.
I am so grateful my conscious blocked out every sliver of doubt and fear from my mind that day; banishing them to never return.
These last ten months you have kept my thoughts at bay.
I am so delighted that the thoughts of us, keep me busy. There is nothing I would rather think about.
You are perfect at being my kind of perfect. And I am overjoyed that we found each other.
I hope you had at nice Ten months.
-k.r.m.h.
